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INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

' 

'  Abide  in  Me  !' — Most  loving  counsel  this, 

.     C.  H.  I. 

PAGB 

110 

Abide  with  me  !  fast  falls  the  eventide, 

.    lyte. 

142 

A  debtor  to  Mercy  alone, 

toplady. 

90 

A  mind  at  ' perfect  peace*  with  God, 

c.  p. 

77 

And  dost  thou  seem  forsaken, 

.     C.  H.  I. 

123 

Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun,    . 

BP.  KEN. 

197 

Beneath  the  Cross  of  Jesus,  . 

,                 , 

140 

Be  PATIENT — life  is  very  brief, 

,                 , 

201 

Bride  of  My  Love !  Ere  from  the  Cross 

uplifted,  .... 

I.  L.  BIRD. 

57 

Child  of  God  !  believe  His  promise,  . 

.     C.  H.  I. 

115 

Christian,  w^hen  thy  way  seems  darkest, 

C.  FENN. 

195 

Cling  to  the  Crucified! 

H.  BONAR. 

102 

Come,  thou  weary  sinner, 

.  E.  H.  H. 

132 

Departed,  say  we  ?  is  it. 

.  W.  B.  R. 

207 

Dread  not  the  cup  of  sorrow. 

.     C.  H.  T. 

54 

Faith  is  a  very  simple  thing. 

E.  B. 

21 

Father,  I  ask  for  heavenly  light, 

.    H.  A.  B. 

99 

Father,  I  bring  this  w^orthless  child  to  Thee 

5                                 • 

117 

Father,  I  know  that  all  my  life. 

.  A.  L.  W. 

64 

Forth  into  the  darkness  passing, 

.    H.  A.  B. 

170 

From  the  far-off  fields  of  earthly  toil, 

P. 

78 

Give  thanks  in  everything  !    . 

.    H.  A.  B. 

36 

Glory  to  Thee,  my  God,  this  night,    . 

BP.  KEN. 

198 

*  Going  home,'  and  going  quickly ! 

C.  F. 

213 

Hark,  my  soul !  it  is  the  Lord, 

COWPER. 

82 

Hast  thou  mthin  a  care  so  deep. 

• 

27 

T 

INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


He  gave  me  back  the  bond,    . 

Heir  of  glory,  art  thou  weeping  ? 

'  Himself  hath  done  it  all/ — 0  how  those 

words,      .... 
How  oft  we  pray  for  holiness, 
How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds, 
I  am  far  frae  my  hame,  and  I'm  weary 

oftenwhil^s, 
I  am  seeking  a  country — the  Home  of  the 

blest,        .... 
I  gave  My  Kfe  for  thee, 
I  have  a  treasure  which  I  prize, 
I  have  been  at  the  altar  and  witness'd  the 

Lamb,       .... 
I  have  been  to  a  land,  a  Border  Land, 
I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 
I  know  not  what  may  befall  me, 
I  lay  my  sins  on  Jesus, 
I  need  Thee,  precious  Jesus,  for  I  am  full 

of  sin,      .  .  .  .       \^ 

In  evil  long  I  took  delight,    . 
'  In  no  wise  cast  thee  out ' — the  words  are 

spoken,    .... 


PAGB 

• 

168 

.  C.H.I. 

31 

C.  F. 

25 

.  C.  H.  I. 

107 

NEWTON. 

94 

166 


.  C.H.I. 

33 

, 

209 

•       • 

5 

. 

11 

.  L.  N.  R. 

129 

H.  BONAR. 

101 

brainerd. 

211 

H.  BONAR. 

95 

WHITFIELD. 

97 

NEWTON. 

193 

E.H.H.    103 


I  once  was  a  stranger  to  grace  and  to  God,  m'cheyne.  105 

Israel,  in  ancient  days. 

Is  thy  cruse  of  comfort  wasting?     Else 

and  share  it  with  another, 
I  shine  in  the  light  of  God,    . 
I  thank  Thee  for  the  trials,  Lord, 
'  It  may  be  in  the  evening,'    . 
It  was  a  time  df  sadness,  and  my  heart, 
I  Ve  found  the  Pearl  of  greatest  price, 
I  was  wandering  and  weary, 
I  will  bless  Thee — for  seasons  of  gladness. 


COWPER. 

191 

19 

, 

1 

.  C.  H.  I. 

38 

B.  M. 

157 

.  L.  P.  W. 

177 

.  MASON. 

15 

,       , 

150 

.  C.  H.  I. 

152 

1 

INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

.     C.H.I. 

PAGB 

119 

Jesus,  my  Lord,  I  Ve  told  to  Thee,   . 

Jesus,  my  Lord,  to  Thee  I  cry. 

.   E.  H.  H. 

75 

Just  as  I  am — without  one  plea,        .         c 

.  ELLIOTT. 

47 

Just  as  thou  art — without  one  trace, . 

R.  S.  COOK. 

46 

Just  as  Thou  wilt — Lord,  be  it  done, 

.     C.  H.  I. 

48 

Lead  me,  my  Father — lead  Thy  child,' 

.     C.  H.  L 

60 

Lead,  Saviour,  lead ;  amid  the  encircling 

gloom,      .... 

.    I.  H.  X. 

14 

Let  nothing  keep  you  back  from  Christ, 

.   E.  H.  H. 

50 

Look  unto  Me,  and  be  ye  saved, 

.   E.  H.  H. 

144 

'Midst    changing    scenes,    and    changing 

friends?  .... 

.     C.  H.  I. 

172 

Musing  of  all  my  Father's  love. 

H. 

62 

My  day  is  dippin  in  the  West,  'tis  gloamin 

wi'  me  noo. 

, 

162 

My  Father,  can  I  learn  so  hard  a  task  ? 

.     E.  J.  A. 

121 

My  hope  is  built  on  nothing  less. 

.       REES. 

156 

My  Saviour,  Thou  hast  offer'd  rest,     . 

.   E.  H.  H. 

83 

My  weary  spirit  is  oppress'd. 

.   E.  H.  H. 

71 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee,       .             .        s. 

F.  ADAMS. 

68 

Nothing  between.  Lord,  nothing  between. 

.   E.  H.  H. 

154 

Nothing,  either  great  or  small. 

J.  P. 

125 

0  Christ,  what  burdens  bow'd  Thy  head  ! 

.    A.  R.  C. 

44 

0  eyes  that  are  weary,  and  hearts  that  are 

sore,         .... 

,                  , 

52 

0  Holt  Spirit  !  now  descend  on  me. 

C.  F. 

3 

0  Lord,  in  me  Thy  mighty  power  exert. 

. 

7 

Oh  !  call  it  not  death — it  is  life  begun, 

.    E.  E.  H. 

199 

Oh,  how  can  you  live  without  Jesus,  my 

friend?    .... 

.     E.  J.  A. 

28 

Oh  !  weep  not  for  the  blessed  dead,   . 

.     C.  H.  I. 

183 

Oh !  yes,  in  all  Thy  dealings.  Father, 

.     C.  H.  I. 

85 

One  by  one  the  sands  are  flowing. 

. 

73 

One  sweetly  solemn  thought. 

.   CAREY. 

70 

vii 

INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

PAGE 

164 

Pilgrims  on  the  road  to  glory, 

EocK  OF  Ages,  cleft  for  me,   .            .           toplady. 

89 

Saviour,  whose  crown'd  humanity,    .           i.  l.  bird. 

138 

Softly  and  gently  these  words  were  breathed,   f.  e.  w. 

188 

'  Soul,  arise  !  Night's  shades  descending,'     i.  l.  bird. 

8 

Speak  gently,  it  is  better  far. 

40 

Still  in  loving,  still  in  loving,  more  than 

being  loved,  is  joy,           .             .             .      e.  w. 

23 

'  The  Master  has  come  over  Jordan,' . 

17 

The  way  is  dark,  my  Father  !  cloud  on  cloud. 

203 

There  is  a  Fountain  filled  with  blood,            cowper. 

81 

There  is  a  Name  I  love  to  hear,          .             .      f.  w. 

127 

There  is  life  for  a  Look  at  the  Crucified 

One,             ....            A.M.HULL. 

113 

Thousands,  0  Lord  of  hosts  !  to-day. 

181 

Thy  way — not  mine,  0  Lord,             .           h.  bonar. 

13 

'Tis  Love  which  hath  our  way  prepared, 

91 

To  walk  with  God,  0  fellowship  divine  !        .    c.  h.  i. 

92 

We  d!  hae  a  something,  be't  great  or  be't  sma',      w. 

169 

Wearied  and  worn  with  earthly  cares,  I 

yielded  to  repose,             .... 

134 

We  wept — ^'twas  Nature  wept — but  Faith,    .          z. 

146 

'  We  would  see  Jesus' — all  is  gloom  around  us, 

148 

We  would  see  Jesus — for  the  shadows 

lengthen,              .             .            .            .            . 

42 

What  book  is  that,  whose  page  divine. 

174 

What  then  ?     Why  then  another  pilgrim 

song,           .             .             .             .             .       J.  c. 

87 

What  think  you  of  Christ  ?  is  the  test,        newton. 

186 

What  Thou  hast  done,  my  God,  for  me,        .   c.  h.  i. 

66 

— 

viii 

C8i®l£l    ^Ti8 


%  ^am  from  J^akn> 

SHINE  in  the  light  of  God, 

His  likeness  stamps  my  brow; 
Thro'  the  shadows  of  death  my  feet 
have  trod, 
But  I  reign  in  glory  now ! 

(Rev.  xxi.  23 ;  1  John  iii,  2 ;  1  Cor.  xv.  55 ;  Rev.  xxii.  5.) 

No  fainting  heart  is  here, 
No  keen  and  throbbing  pain, 

No  wasted  cheek,  where  the  frequent  tear 
Hath  roird  and  left  its  stain. 

(Matt.  xxvi.  38 ;  Job  xxxiii.  16 ;  Rev.  xxi.  4 ;  Psalm  xlii.  3.) 

I  have  found  the  joys  of  Heaven, 
I  am  one  of  the  sainted  band : 

To  my  head  a  crown  of  gold  is  given, 
And  a  harp  is  in  my  hand ! 

(Isa.  XXXV.  10;  Heb.  xii.  22;  1  Peter  v.  4;  Rev.  xiv.  2.) 

I  have  learn'd  the  song  they  sing 

Whom  Jesus  hath  set  free ; 
And  the  glorious  hills  of  Heaven  resound 

With  my  new-born  melody ! 

(Isa.  xxxviii.  20;  John  viii.  36;  Isa.  Ix.  18;  Rev.  xv.  3.) 


A    VOICE    FROM    HEAVEN. 


No  sin — no  grief — no  pain, 

Safe  in  my  happy  home ! 
My  fears  all  fled — my  doubts  all  slain, 

My  hour  of  triumph  come ! 

(Isa.  XXV.  8 ;  John  xiv.  2 ;  Acts  vii.  55 ;  Rom.  viii.  37.) 

Oh !  friends  of  mortal  years, 

The  trusted  and  the  true, 
Te  are  walking  still  in  the  vale  of  tears, 

But  I  wait  to  welcome  you. 

(Prov.  xvii.  17 ;  1  John  i.  7 ;  Heb.  x.  36 ;  Luke  xvi.  22.) 

Do  I  forget  ? — Oh  no ! 

For  memory's  golden  chain 
Still  binds  my  heart  to  yours  below. 

Till  we  meet  and  touch  again. 

(Mai.  iii.  16;  2  Peter  i.  15;  1  John  iv.  7  ;  1  Thess.  iv.  13.) 

Each  link  is  strong  and  bright, 

And  love's  electric  flame 
Flows  freely  down  like  a  river  of  light 

To  the  home  from  whence  I  came. 

(John  i.  51 ;  Daniel  ix.  21 ;  Rev.  xxii.  1 ;  1  John  iv.  9.) 

Do  ye  mourn  when  another  star 
Shines  out  from  the  glittering  sky? 

Do  ye  weep  when  the  raging  voice  of  war 
And  the  storm  of  conflict  die  ? 

(1  Cor.  XV.  41 ;  Daniel  xii.  3;  Deut.  xxxii.  1 ;  Mark  iv,  39.) 

Then  why  should  your  tears  run  down  ? 

And  your  hearts  be  sorely  riven  ? 
For  another  gem  in  the  Saviour's  crown, 

And  another  star  in  Heaven  ? 

(Luke  viii.  52 ;  Prov.  xiv.  10 ;  Isa.  Ixii.  3 ;  Luke  xxiii.  43.) 


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*  [f  ye  then,  being  evil,  know  how  to  give  good  gifts 
unto  yonr  children;  how  much  more  shall  your  heavenly 
Father  give  the  Holy  Spirit  to  them  that  ask  Him?' 

Holy  Spirit  !  now  descend  on  me 
As  showers  of  rain  upon  the  thirsty 
ground ; 

Cause  me  to  flourish  as  a  spreading  tree ; 
May  all  Thy  precious  fruits  in  me  be  found. 

Be  Thou  my  ^Teacher' — to  my  soul  reveal 
The  lengthy  breadth,  depth,  and  height  of 
Jesus'  love ; 
And  on  my  soul  Thy  blest  instructions  seal, 
Raising  my  thoughts  and  heart  to  things 
above. 

Be  Thou  my  ^Comforter' — when  I'm  dis- 
tressed, 

0  gently  soothe  my  sorrows,  calm  my  grief, 
Help  me  to  find  upon  my  Saviour's  breast, 

In  every  hour  of  trial,  sure  relief. 

Be  Thou  my  'Guide'  into  'all  truth'  divine; 

Give  me  increasing  knowledge  of  my  God  ; 
Show  me  the  glories  that  in  Jesus  shine, 

And  make  my  heart  the  place  of  His  abode. 


A  PRAYER  FOR  THE  HOLY  SPIRIT. 


Be  Thou  my  ^  Intercessor' — teach  me  how 
To  pray  according  to  God's  holy  will ; 

Cause  me  with  deep  and  strong  desire  to  glow, 
And  my  whole  soul  with  heavenly  longings 
fill. 

Be  Thou  my  ^Earnest'  of  eternal  rest, 

And  ^witness'  with  me  I  am  God's  own  child, 

With  His  unchanging  love  and  favour  blest, 
By  Jesus'  Blood  be  fully  reconciled. 

Be  thou  my  ^  Sanctifier' — dwell  within. 
And  purify  and  cleanse  my  every  thought. 

Subdue  the  power  of  each  besetting  sin. 
And  be  my  will  to  sweet  submission  brought. 

Be  Thou  my  ^  Quickener' — in  me  revive 
Each  drooping  grace  so  prone  to  fade  and 
die; 

Help  me  on  Jesus  day  by  day  to  live. 

And  loosen  more  and  more  each  earthly  tie. 

Blest  Spirit!  I  would  yield  myself  to  Thee, 
Do  for  me  more  than  I  can  ask  or  think ; 

Let  me  Thy  holy  habitation  be. 

And  daily  deeper  from  Thy  fulness  drink. 

c.  F. 


*  My  peace  I  give  unto  you/ — John  xvi.  27. 

HAVE  a  treasure  which  I  prize ; 

Its  like  I  cannot  find ; 
There's  nothing  like  it  on  the  earth; 

'Tis  this A  QUIET  MIND. 

But  'tis  not  that  I  'm  stupefied, 

Or  senseless,  dull,  or  blind ; 
'Tis  God's  own  peace  within  my  heart 

Which  forms  my  quiet  mind. 

I  found  this  treasure  at  the  Cross : 

And  there,  to  every  kind 
Of  weary,  heavy-laden  souls, 

Christ  gives  a  quiet  mind. 

My  Saviour's  death  and  risen  life, 

To  give  it  were  designed ; 
His  love 's  the  never-failing  spring 

Of  this,  my  quiet  mind. 

The  love  of  God  within  my  breast. 

My  heart  to  Him  doth  bind ; 
This  is  the  peace  of  Heaven  on  earth — 

This  is  my  quiet  mind. 


A  QUIET  MIND. 


I  Ve  many  a  cross  to  take  up  now, 

And  many  left  behind ; 
But  present  troubles  move  me  not, 

Nor  shake  my  quiet  mind. 

And  what  may  be  to-morrow's  cross 

I  never  seek  to  find; 
My  Saviour  says,  ^  Leave  that  to  Me, 

And  keep  a  quiet  mind.' 

And  well  I  know  the  Lord  hath  said. 
To  make  my  heart  resigned. 

That  mercy  still  shall  follow  those 
Who  have  this  quiet  mind. 

I  meet  with  pride  of  wit  and  wealth. 
And  scorn,  and  looks  unkind ; 

It  matters  not — I  envy  none, 
While  I  've  a  quiet  mind. 

I  'm  waiting  now  to  see  my  Lord, 
Who's  been  to  me  so  kind ; 

I  want  to  thank  Him  face  to  face, 
For  this  my  quiet  mind. 


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M  Lord,  in  me  Thy  mighty  power  exert, 
pjJK  Enlighten,  comfort,  sanctify  my  heart ; 
^  Sweeten  my  temper,  and  subdue  my  will, 
Make  me  like  Jesus — with  thy  Spirit  fill. 

I  want  to  live  on  earth  a  life  of  faith, 
I  want  to  credit  all  the  Bible  saith ; 
I  want  to  imitate  my  Saviour's  life. 
Avoiding  lightness,  gloom,  and  sinful  strife. 

I  want  to  bring  poor  sinners  to  Thy  throne, 
I  want  to  love  and  honour  Christ  alone ; 
I  want  to  feel  the  Spirit's  inward  power. 
And  stand  prepared  for  death's  eventful  hour. 

I  want  a  meek,  a  gentle,  quiet  frame, 

A  heart  that  glows  with  love  to  Jesu's  name ; 

I  want  a  living  sacrifice  to  be 

To  Him  who  died  a  sacrifice  for  me. 

I  want  to  do  whatever  God  requires ; 
I  want  my  heart  to  burn  with  pure  desires ; 
I  want  to  be  what  Christ  my  Lord  commands. 
And  leave  myself,  my  all,  in  His  blest  hands. 

0  Lord,  impress  Thine  image  on  my  soul ; 
My  will,  my  temper,  and  my  tongue  control ; 
Lead  me  through  life  to  glorify  Thy  grace, 
And  after  deaths  to  see  Thee  face  to  face  ! 


ml,  %xm\ 

The  night  cometh,  when  no  man  can  work/ — John  ix.  4. 


fSrjouL,  arise !  Night's  shades  descending 
''       Even  now  obscure  the  day, 
^FastLife'spricelesshoursarespending. 
Christian  to  thy  work !  away ! 
Soldier !  pledged  beneath  My  banner 

All  My  foes  to  meet  in  war, 

Pause  not,  till  the  loud  Hosanna 

Hails  My  coming  from  afar. 

Dwell  not  on  the  memories  thronging 

Of  the  Past,  with  all  its  pain : 
Cherish  not  a  weary  longing 

For  the  rest  which  shall  remain. 
Mourn  not  with  a  dreary  spirit 

For  the  faithful  gone  to  rest ; 
They  My  promises  inherit, 

They  with  Me  in  light  are  blest. 

Hear  the  trumpet  tongue  of  Duty, 
Stay  not  for  to-morrow's  Sun ; 

Ere  thine  eyes  behold  My  beauty, 
Much  remaineth  to  be  done. 


SOUL,  arise: 


In  Life's  stormy  battle  ever 
Bear  My  name  aloft  in  fight ; 

Thee  from  Me  no  foes  can  sever; 

Scorn  the  Wrong  and  work  the  Right. 

Life  to  some  is  dark  and  dreary, 

Shifting  scenes  of  toil  and  woe : 
'Tis  thy  task  to  teach  the  weary 

Of  a  rest  which  all  may  know. 
Children  of  a  common  Father, 

Aid  the  trouble-smitten  poor; 
Bear  their  burdens,  all  the  rather 

That  in  them  /  seek  Thy  door. 

Guide  the  wanderer  in  his  blindness, 

Bid  the  lost  of  pardon  hear ; 
Let  no  words  but  those  of  kindness 

Fall  upon  thy  brother's  ear. 
Lowly  o'er  the  dying  bending. 

Cheer  him  in  the  closing  strife 
With  the  hope,  from  Heaven  descending, 

Of  the  new  and  better  life. 

Is  the  mourner's  tears  are  flowing 
O'er  the  soul-abandoned  clay, 

Point  him  to  the  Lord  bestowing 
Peace,  which  none  can  take  away. 

9 


SOUL,  ARISE! 


There  are  woes  which  wait  thy  healing, 
Wounds  which  thou  alone  canst  bind 

Hidden  griefs  which  need  unsealing, 
Lost  ones  whom  I  bid  thee  find. 


Keep  thy  lamp  at  midnight  burning, 

Lay  not  thou  thine  armour  down ; 
Thou  shalt  wear  at  My  returning 

Priestly  robe  and  kingly  crown. 
Heed  not  though  the  world  upbraid  thee, 

I  endured  its  scoffs  alone ; 
I  am  ever  near  to  aid  thee — 

I  confess  thee  for  Mine  own. 

Pilgrim !  though  the  road  be  dreary, 

It  shall  end  in  radiant  light ; 
Be  not  of  the  pathway  weary, 

Thou  shalt  walk  with  Me  in  white. 
Soon  will  dawn  a  day  immortal, 

Thou  shalt  share  My  victor  throne. 
And  at  Heaven's  eternal  portal 

For  thy  cross  receive  a  crown.' 

I.  L.  BIRD. 


10 


%  i^oia  fxam  i^t  %ltm  of^mni-a^txmQ. 


*  Thine  iniquity  is  taken  away,  and  thy  sin  pnrged/- 
ISAIAH  vi.  6-8. 


HAVE  been  at  the  altar  and  witnessed 
the  Lamb 
Burnt  wholly  to  ashes  for  me ; 
And  watch'd  its  sweet  savour  ascendmg  on 
high, 
Accepted,  0  Father,  by  Thee. 

And  lo,  while  I  gaze  at  the  glorious  sight, 
A  voice  from  above  reach'd  mine  ears : 

^  By  this  thine  iniquity 's  taken  away, 
And  no  trace  of  it  on  thee  appears. 

^  An  end  for  thy  sin  has  been  made  for  thee 
here. 

By  Him  who  its  penalty  bore : 
With  blood  it  is  blotted  eternally  out. 

And  I  will  not  remember  it  more/ 

•  The  burnt-oflfering,  or  Holah,  means  in  Hebrew  that  which  ascends. 

11 


A  VOICE  FROM  THE  ALTAR  OF  BURNT-OFFERING. 


0  Lord,  I  believe  it,  with  wonder  and  joy- 
Confirm  Thou  this  precious  belief; 

While  daily  I  learn  that  I  am,  in  myself, 
Of  sinners  the  vilest  and  chief. 

What  Christ  is,  is  now  the  unfolding  to  me 
Of  the  wonder  of  grace  that  I  am ; 

And  where  He  is  seated,  there  also,  I'm  told. 
Is  His  loved  one,  the  Bride  of  the  Lamb. 

Lord,  send  me  on  errands  of  mercy  to  those 
Who  henceforth  my  path  shall  surround ; 

To  tell  them  that  sin,  for  which  Jesus  has  died. 
May  be  sought  for,  but  shall  not  be  found : 

That  as  far  as  the  east  is  removed  from  the 
west, 
So  far  shall  their  guilt  be  removed. 
Who  have  come  to  the  altar,  and  learnt  from 
Thee  there. 
What  the  death  of  its  Victim  has  proved. 

12 


Cte  Mag— i0t  Him. 

HY  way — not  mine,  0  Lord, 
However  dark  it  be ! 
Lead  me  by  Thine  own  hand ; 


Choose  out  the  path  for  me. 

Smooth  let  it  be,  or  rough, 

It  will  be  still  the  best ; 
Winding  or  straight,  it  matters  not. 

It  leads  me  to  Thy  rest. 

I  dare  not  choose  my  lot ; 

I  would  not  if  I  might : 
Choose  Thou  for  me,  my  God, 

So  shall  I  walk  aright. 

The  kingdom  that  I  seek 

Is  Thine ;  so  let  the  way 
That  leads  to  it  be  Thine, 

Else  surely  I  might  stray. 

Take  Thou  my  cup,  and  it 

With  joy  or  sorrow  fill; 
As  best  to  Thee  may  seem. 

Choose  Thou  my  good  and  ill. 

Choose  Thou  for  me  my  friends, 

My  sickness  or  my  health ; 
Choose  Thou  my  cares  for  me, 

My  poverty  or  wealth. 

Not  mine — not  mine  the  choice. 
In  things  or  great  or  small ; 

Be  Thou  my  Guide,  my  Strength, 
My  Wisdom;  and  my  All.     h.  bonar. 

13 


'^m)3,  SaMour,  '^m'ij. 


'  I  WILL  lead  them  in  paths  they  have  not  known/- 
IsAiAH  xlii.  16. 


EAD,  Saviour^  lead ;  amid  the  encircling 
gloom, 
Lead  Thou  me  on. 
The  night  is  dark,  and  I  am  far  from  home ; 

Lead  Thou  me  on. 
Keep  Thou  my  feet ;  I  do  not  ask  to  see 
The  distant  scene — one  step  enough  for  me. 

I  was  not  ever  thus,  nor  pray'd  that  Thou 

Shouldst  lead  me  on : 
I  loved  to  choose  and  see  my  path :  but  now, 

Lead  Thou  me  on. 
I  loved  the  glare  of  day,  and,  spite  of  fears, 
Pride  ruled  my  will: — Eemember  not  past 
years ! 

So  long  Thypower  hath  bless'dme — sure  it  still 

Will  lead  me  on. 
O'er  vale  and  hill,  through  stream  and  torrent, 
till 

The  night  is  gone. 
And  with  the  morn,  those  angel-faces  smile, 
Which  I  have  loved  long  since,  and  lost  awhile. 

I.  H.  N. 

14 


Cl^rbt  famxii. 


^, 


i 


'ye  found  the  Pearl  of  greatest  price, 
My  heart  doth  sing  for  joy; 
And  sing  I  must;  a  Christ  I  have — 
0  what  a  Christ  have  I ! 

Christ  is  the  T^^ay^  the  Truths  the  Life ; 

The  TTay  to  God  and  Glory  ; 
Life  to  the  dead ;  the  Truth  of  tjq^es — 

The  Truth  of  ancient  story. 

Christ  is  a  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King ; 

A  Prophet  fuU  of  light; 
A  Priest  that  stands  'twixt  God  and  man ; 

A  King  that  rules  with  might. 

Christ's  manhood  is  a  temple,  where 

The  altar  God  doth  rest ; 
My  Christ,  He  is  the  Sacrifice ; 

My  Christ,  He  is  the  Priest. 

My  Christ,  He  is  the  Lord  of  lords, 

He  is  the  King  of  kings ; 
He  is  the  Sun  of  Righteousness, 

With  healing  in  His  wings. 

15 


CHRIST  FOUND. 


My  Christ,  He  is  the  Tree  of  Life, 
Whicli  in  God's  garden  grows ; 

Whose  fruits  do  feed,  whose  leaves  do  heal ; 
My  Christ  is  Sharon's  Rose. 

Christ  is  my  meat,  Christ  is  my  drink, 

My  med'cine  and  my  health ; 
My  peace,  my  strength,  my  joy,  my  crown, 

My  glory  and  my  wealth. 

Christ  is  my  Father  and  my  Friend, 

My  Brother  and  my  Love ; 
My  Head,  my  Hope,  my  Counsellor, 

My  Advocate  above. 

My  Christ  !  He  is  the  heaven  of  heaven ! 

My  Christ  what  shall  I  call? 
My  Christ  is  first,  my  Christ  is  last. 

My  Christ  is  All  in  Alll 

MASON. 


^^^^ggg^*^<gsy^»i   — 


16 


Cl^nst  una  t^t  l^ittlc  0mB. 

Mark  x.  13  ;  Luke  xviii.  15. 


HE  Master  has  come  over  Jordan/ 
Said  Hannah,  the  mother,  one 
day; 

^  He  is  healing  the  people  who  throng  Him 
With  a  touch  of  His  finger,  they  say. 

'  And  now  I  shall  carry  the  children, 
Little  Rachel,  and  Samuel,  and  John ; 

I  shall  carry  the  baby  Esther 
For  the  Lord  to  look  upon/ 

The  Father  looked  at  her  kindly, 
But  he  shook  his  head  and  smiled : 

*  I^ow  who  but  a  doting  mother 

Would  think  of  a  thing  so  wild  ? 

^  If  the  children  were  tortured  by  demons, 
Or  dying  of  fever,  'twere  well ; 

Or  had  they  the  taint  of  the  leper 
Like  many  in  Israel/ 

'  Nay,  do  not  hinder  me,  Nathan, 

I  feel  such  a  burden  of  care ; 
If  I  carry  it  to  the  Master, 

Perhaps  I  shall  leave  it  there. 

*  If  He  lay  His  hand  on  the  children, 

My  heart  will  be  lighter,  I  know ; 
For  a  blessing  for  ever  and  ever 
Will  follow  them  as  they  go/ 

17 


CimiST  AND  THE  LITTLE  ONES. 


So  over  the  hills  of  Judah, 

Along  the  vine-rows  green, 
With  Esther  asleep  on  her  bosom, 

And  Kachel  her  brothers  between,—- 

'Mong  the  people  who  hang  on  His  teaching, 
Or  waiting  His  touch  or  His  word. 

Through  the  row  of  proud  Pharisees  listening, 
She  pressed  to  the  feet  of  her  Lord. 

^  Now  why  shouldst  thou  hinder  the  Master/ 
Said  Peter,  '  with  children  like  these  ? 

Seest  not  how  from  morning  to  evening 
He  teacheth,  and  healeth  disease?' 

Then  Christ  said,  ^  Forbid  not  the  children ! 

Permit  them  to  come  unto  Me;' 
And  He  took  in  His  arms  little  Esther, 

And  Rachel  He  set  on  His  knee. 

And  the  heavy  heart  of  the  mother 
Was  lifted  all  earth-care  above. 

As  He  laid  His  hands  on  the  brothers. 
And  blest  them  with  tenderest  love : — 

As  He  said  of  the  babes  in  His  bosom, 
'  Of  such  is  the  Kingdom  of  Heaven :' 

And  strength  for  all  duty  and  trial 
That  hour  to  her  spirit  was  given. 

18 


Acts  xx.  35. 


s  thy  cruse  of  comfort  wasting?     Rise 
and  share  it  with  another, 
And  through  all  the  years  of  famine  it  shall 

serve  thee  and  thy  brother : 
Love  divine  will  fill  thy  storehouse,  or  thy 

handful  still  renew; 
Scanty  fare  for  one  will  often  make  a  royal 
feast  for  two. 

For  the  heart  grows  rich  in  giving;  all  its 

wealth  is  living  grain ; 
Seeds  (which  mildew  in  the  garner)  scattered, 

fill  with  gold  the  plain. 
Is  thy  burden  hard  and  heavy  ?  do  thy  steps 

drag  wearily  ? 
Help  to  bear  thy  brother's  burden — God  will 

bear  both  it  and  thee. 

19 


IT  IS  MORE  BLESSED  TO  GIVE  THAN  TO  RECEIVE.' 


JS'umb  and  weary  on  the  mountain,  wouldst 
thou  sleep  among  the  snow  ? 

Chafe  that  frozen  form  beside  thee,  and  to- 
gether both  shall  glow. 

Art  thou  stricken  in  life's  battle?  Many 
wounded  round  thee  moan ; 

Lavish  on  their  wounds  thy  balsams,  and  that 
balm  shall  heal  thine  own. 

Is  thy  heart  a  well  left  empty?  None  but 
God  its  void  can  fill ; 

Nothing  but  a  ceaseless  fountain  can  its  cease- 
less longings  still. 

Is  thy  heart  a  living  power  ?  Self-entwined, 
its  strength  sinks  low ; 

It  can  only  live  by  loving,  and  by  serving 
love  will  grow. 


-^^ 


20 


Jfaxl^  in  Itsus, 


AiTH  is  a  very  simple  thing, 
Though  little  understood ; 
It  frees  the  soul  from  Death's 
dread  sting, 
By  RESTING  in  the  blood. 

(1  Cor.  ii.  14 ;  Ex.  xii.  13,  23.) 

It  looks  not  on  the  things  around, 
Nor  on  the  things  within  ; 

It  takes  its  flight  to  scenes  above, 
Beyond  the  sphere  of  sin. 

(Jer.  xvii.  9 ;  Heb.  i.  3.) 

It  sees  upon  the  Throne  of  God 

A  Victim  that  was  slain ; 
It  rests  its  all  on  His  shed  blood. 

And  says,  '  Fm  born  again/ 

(Heb.  X.  12, 14;  2  Cor.  v.  15, 17.) 

Faith  is  not  what  we  feel  or  see. 

It  is  a  simple  trust 
In  what  the  God  of  Love  has  said 

Of  Jesus,  as  ^the  Just!' 

(1  John  i.  9 ;  1  Pet.  iii.  18.) 

The  Perfect  One  that  died  for  me. 
Upon  His  Father's  throne. 

Presents  our  names  before  our  God, 
And  pleads  Himself  alone. 

CKev.  iii.  21 ;  Heb.  iv.  14. 15.) 

21 


JFAITH  IN  JESUS. 


"What  Jesus  is^  and  that  alone, 

Is  faith's  delightful  plea ; 
It  never  deals  with  sinful  self, 

Nor  righteous  self,  in  me. 

(Eph.  i.  6,7;  Eom.  vii.  18.) 

It  tells  me  I  am  counted  'dead' 
By  God,  in  His  own  Word; 

It  tells  me  I  am  'born  again' 
In  Christ,  my  risen  Lord. 

(Rom.  vi.  6,  7 ;  Eom.  vi.  4,  5.) 

In  that  He  died,  He  died  to  sin  ; 

In  that  He  lives — to  God  ; 
Then  I  am  dead  to  Nature's  hopes, 

And  justified  through  blood. 

(Kom.  vi.  10 ;  Eom.  iii.  24,  25.) 

If  He  is  free,  then  I  am  free 

From  all  unrighteousness ; 
If  He  is  just,  then  I  am  just, 

He  is  MY  Eighteousness. 

(PhU.  iii.  20,  21 ;  Eph.  i.  17-23.) 

What  want  I  more  to  perfect  bliss  ? 

A  body  like  His  own 
Will  perfect  me  for  greater  joys. 

Than  angels  round  the  throne. 

(1  John  iii.  5-7 ;  1  Cor.  i.  30,  31 ;  2  Cor.  v.  21.) 

e.  b. 


22 


Itill  in  loving,  still  in  loving,  more  than 
being  loved,  is  joy  : 
Here  there  lurks  no  disappointment, 
here  is  peace  without  alloy. 

Not  in  having,  or  receiving,  but  in  giving  is 

there  bliss ; 
He  who  has  no  other  pleasure  ever  may  rejoice 

in  this. 

Be  it  health,  or  be  it  leisure,  be  it  skill  we  have 

to  give ; 
Still  in  spending  life  for  others  Christians  only 

really  live. 

What  in  love  we  yield  to  others,  by  a  charm 

we  still  retain, 
For  the  loved  one's  acquisition  is  the  lover's 

double  gain; 

Tet  we  know  in  love's  increasing  is  increase 

of  grief  and  care. 
For  the  pains  of  those  around  him,  pained  the 

loving  heart  must  bear. 

Love  and  sorrow  dwelt  together  in  the  blessed 

Saviour's  heart ; 
And  shall  we,  His  lowly  followers,  wish  that 

they  should  be  apart? 

'         23 


LOVE'S  LESSON. 


Love  and  sorrow  walk  together  o'er  this  sin- 

beclouded  earth : 
Love  and  gladness  sing  together  in  the  country 

of  our  birth. 

Wheresoever  sorrow  wanders,  love  should  go 

and  raise  her  up ; 
At  the  many  wells  of  Marah  love  should  stoop 

and  share  the  cup. 

Let  the  careless  seek  their  pleasure,  give,  if 

e'er  they  give,  their  pelf; 
But  the  loving,  truly  loving,  gives,  and  loves 

to  give,  himself. 

Happy  if  by  his  endeavour, — ^by  his  suffering 

others  gain; 
If  some  comrade  o'er  his  body  may  a  wished- 

for  height  attain. 

Secrets  here  of  love  and  sorrow,  if  in  meekness 

we  shall  learn ; 
Secrets  soon  of  love  and  gladness  we  in  heaven 

shall  discern. 

In  the  light,  so  all-pervading,  of  the  spirit's 

home  above, 
We  shall  trace  the  perfect  meaning  of  the 

saying, — '  God  is  Love.' 

And  transformed  to  His  likeness  we,  0  blessed 

thought!  shall  be 
Loved  and  loving,  loved  and  loving,  through  a 


bright  eternity.  e.  w. 


24 


Isaiah  xxxviii.  15. 

iMSELF  hath  done  it  all/ — 0  how  those 

words 
Should  hush  to  silence  every  murmur- 
ing thought ! 
Himself  hath  done  it — He  who  loves  me  best, 
He  who  my  soul  with  His  own  blood  hath 
bought. 

^  Himself  hath  done  it.' — Can  it  then  be  aught 
Than  full  of  wisdom,  full  of  tenderest  love  ? 

JS'ot  one  unneeded  sorrow  will  He  send, 
To  teach  this  wandering  heart  no  more  to 
rove. 

^  Himself  hath  done  it.' — Yes,  although  severe 
May  seem  the  stroke,  and  bitter  be  the  cup, 

'Tis  His  own  hand  that  holds  it,  and  I  know 
He'll  give  me  grace  to  drink  it  meekly  up. 

^  Himself  hath  done  it.' — 0,  no  arm  but  His 
Could  e'er  sustain  beneath  earth's  dreary 
lot; 

But  while  I  know  He's  doing  all  things  well. 
My  heart  His  loving-kindness  questions  not. 

^  Himself  hath  done  it.' — He  who's  searched 
me  through, 
Sees  how  I  cleave  to  earth's  ensnaring  ties ; 


*  HIMSELF  HATH  DONE  IT.' 


And  SO  He  breaks  each  reed  on  whicli  my  soul 
Too  mucli  for  happiness  and  joy  relies. 

^  Himself  hath  done  it.' — He  would  have  me 
see 
What  broken  cisterns  human  friends  must 
prove ; 
That  I  may  turn  and  quench  my  burning  thirst 
At  His  own  fount  of  ever-living  Love. 

^  Himself  hath  done  it.' — Then  I  fain  would  say, 
'  Thy  will  in  all  things  evermore  be  done ; 

E'en  though  that  will  remove  whom  best  I 
love, 
While  Jesus  lives  I  cannot  be  alone.' 

*  Himself  hath  done  it/ — precious,  precious 
words ; 
^Himself/  my   Father,   Saviour,   Brother, 
Friend ; 
Whose  faithfulness  no  variation  knows; 
Who,  having  loved  me,  loves  me  to  the  end. 

And  when,  in  His  eternal  presence  blest, 
I  at  His  feet  my  crown  immortal  cast, 
I'll  gladly  own,  with  all  His  ransom'd  saints, 
'  Himself  hath  done  it,' — all,  from  first  to 
last. 

c.  F. 


26 


past  C^0it  a  €mt 


? 


AST  thou  within  a  care  so  deep, 
It  chases  from  thine  eyelids  sleep? 
To  thy  Eedeemer  take  that  care, 
And  change  anxiety  to  prayer. 

Hast  thou  a  hope,  with  which  thy  heart 
Would  feel  it  almost  death  to  part  ? 
Entreat  thy  God  that  hope  to  crown, 
Or  give  thee  strength  to  lay  it  down. 

Hast  thou  a  friend,  whose  image  dear 
May  prove  an  idol  worshipped  here? 
Implore  the  Lord  that  nought  may  be 
A  shadow  between  Heaven  and  thee. 

Whate'er  the  care  which  breaks  thy  rest, 
Whate'er  the  wish  that  swells  thy  breast, 
Spread  before  God  that  wish,  that  care. 
And  change  anxiety  to  prayer. 


oXo 


iofo  €mx  loan  ^ik  foit]^0«t  ^tnuB? 


^Jii,  how  can  you  live  without  Jesus,  my 
M         friend, 


That  Saviour,  so  tender  and  true ; 
Whose  love  knows  no  measure,  no  change, 
and  no  end, 
And  who  offers  it  freely  to  you? 

Is  there  never  a  season  of  sadness  and  pain, 
When  your  heart,  in  its  desolate  cry. 

Complains  that  all  human  resources  are  vain, 
Its  deeply  felt  need  to  supply? 

Then  how  can  you  live  without  Jesus?    One  ray 

Of  His  Love  would  make  sorrows  depart 
Like  phantoms,  before  the  bright  dawn  of 
the  day 
That  His  smile  would   light  up  in  your 
heart. 

Is  there  never  a  time  when,  with  pleasure's 
bright  wine. 
Tour  glittering  cup  sparkles  gay; 

28 


HOW  CAN  YOU  LIVE  WITHOUT  JESUS  1 


And  yet  when  your  draught  is  the  deepest 
you  pine 
With  a  thirst  it  can  never  allay  ? 

Then  how  can  you  live  without  Jesus?     He 
gives 

Living  water,  of  such  healing  power, 
That  he  who  drinks  humbly  for  evermore  lives, 

And  never  thirsts  more  from  that  hour! 

Is  there  never  a  time,  when  your  sins'  heavy 
weight 

Seems  to  crush  your  soul  down  to  despair. 
And  the  threatening  woes  of  Eternity's  state 

With  their  terrors  your  spirit  will  scare  ? 

Then  how  can  you  live  without  Jesus?    Alone 
He  can  bear  all  your  burden  away. 

No  other  escape !  His  blood  must  atone  : 
His  Life  must  your  penalty  pay. 

Or,  if  you  can  live  without  Jesus,  my  friend. 
Will  you  venture  without  Him  to  die  ? 

Alone,  dare  you  enter  the  world  without  end  ? 
Stand  alone  in  God's  Presence  on  High  ? 

29 


HOW  CAN  YOU  LIVE  WITHOUT  JESUS? 


And  why  should  you  live  without  Jesus  ?  oh 
why! 
Tou  have  nothing  to  do  but  believe ; 
And  why  without  Him  should  you  venture  to 
die, 
When  He  offers  your  soul  to  receive  ? 

He  is  all  that  you  need :  He  entreats  you  to 
come: 

Come  at  once — He  invites  you  '  To-day/ 
To-morrow  may  seal  your  Eternity's  doom ; 

At  your  peril  you  dare  to  delay. 

No  longer,  then,  live  without  Jesus,  my  friend ! 

That  Saviour  so  tender  and  true ! 
His  love  knows  no  measure,  no  change,  and 
no  end. 

And  He  offers  it  freely  to  you ! 

E.  J.  A. 


-•ojxjpo 


30 


'§m  flf  6teg. 


If  children,  then  heirs  ;  heirs  of  God,  and  joint-heiri 
with  Christ/ — Eom.  viii.  17. 


EiR  of  gloiy,  art  thou  weeping? 
Why  should  tears  bedim  thine  eyes? 
Is  there  not  a  time  of  reaping 
Endless  joys  beyond  the  skies? 

Are  not  all  thy  sins  forgiven  ? 

Hast  thou  not  the  Spirit's  seal? 
Is  not  thine  a  home  in  Heaven  ? 

Dost  thou  not  the  earnest  feel? 

What,  that's  passing,  heir  of  glory, 
Should  thy  blissful  hopes  obscure  ? 

When  the  clouds  of  earth  come  o'er  thee, 
Look  to  Jesus  !  and  endure. 

See  him  there — for  thee  He's  pleading; 

See  thy  name  upon  His  breast : 
He,  the  grace  that  thou  art  needing 

Will  supply,  and  give  thee  rest. 

Once  for  thee  on  earth  He  tarried. 
Worn,  and  weeping  as  He  trod ; 

AU  thy  sins  and  griefs  He  carried — 
His  was  love — the  love  of  God  ! 

Tes,  that  Saviour  once  so  lowly, 
Now  in  Heaven  for  thee  appears ; 

Sends  His  grace  to  make  thee  holy — 
Gives  thee  faith  to  calm  thy  fears. 

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HEIR  OF  GLORY. 


Heir  of  glory,  rise  o'er  sadness, 
What  of  earth  is  worth  thy  care  ? 

Think  upon  the  songs  of  gladness 
Thou  shalt  soon  with  angels  share ! 

Jesus  says,  ^  111  never  leave  thee,' 
Heavenward  He  will  safely  guide ; 

Let  not  passing  shadows  grieve  thee : 
Thou  art  safe  when  by  His  side. 

JSTow  with  briers  thy  path  is  blended, 

For  thy  Heaven  is  not  here ; 
Soon  thy  struggles  shall  be  ended ; 

God  shall  wipe  away  each  tear. 

Fix  thine  eyes  on  coming  glory — 
Short  the  space  that  lies  between ; 

For  the  joy  that's  set  before  thee, 
Slight  the  things  that  now  are  seen. 

Soon  thou 'It  be  with  Him  who  bought  thcc ; 

Live  as  one  who  knows  His  love ; 
Follow  Him  whose  Spirit  sought  thee : 

Set  thine  heart  on  things  above. 

Soon  thou'lt  see  His  great  salvation, 
Soon  His  smile  shall  shine  on  Thee ; 

Though  it  be  through  tribulation. 
Sweeter  then  that  rest  will  be. 

In  that  region  sweetest  flowers. 
Fadeless,  deathless,  ever  bloom ; 

There  the  joys  that  once  were  ours, 
Never  wither  in  the  tomb.  c.  n.  i. 

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*  And  confessed  that  they  were  strangers  and  pilgrims 
on  the  earth.  For  they  that  say  such  things  declare 
plainly  that  they  seek  a  country/ — Heb.  xi.  13,  14. 


i 


k 


AM  seeking  a  country — the  Home  of 

the  blest^ 
Where  the  wicked  can't  trouble,  and 
the  weary  find  rest ; 
Each  day  I  am  nearer  that  City  of  light, 
And  the  thought  is  still  dearer — the  hope  still 
more  bright. 

Like  a  pilgrim  and  stranger  I  onward  would  go, 
Living  loose  to  the  world,  and  all  its  vain 

show; 
And,  if  rough  be  my  road,  and  thorny  my  way, 
I  will  tread  it  the  lighter,  and  with  less  delay. 

Yes,  when  wild  winds  are  howling,  and  dark 

is  the  sky, 
I  will  hasten  my  steps  to  my  Eefuge  on  High ; 
For  the  storm  and  the  tempest  can  there  never 

come, — 
Oh!   there's  nothing  but  sunshine  in  that 

happy  Home. 

If  foes  frown  upon  me — if  friends  should  for- 
sake— 
If  loved  ones  betray  me — if  riches  wings  take ; 


I  AM  SEEKING  A  COUNTRY. 


Whatever  my  trial — whatever  my  woe — 
I  will  try  to  forget  it,  and  onward  still  go. 

I  am  seeking  a  country,  where  all  will  be 

peace ; 
I  am  seeking  a  Home,  where  earth's  troubles 

shall  cease ; 
There 's  no  sorrow,  no  sickness,  and  no  pain  in 

Heaven, 
And  those  who  dwell  there  have  their  sins  all 

forgiven. 

Then  joyfully,  joyfully  onward  I'll  go. 
Forgetting   the   things   that  I  once   sought 

below ; 
As  a  pilgrim  and  stranger,  with  Glory  in  view, 
I  will  take  little  heed   of  the  way  I  pass 

through. 

But  I'll  try  that  all  those  whom  I  meet  on 

my  road 
May  see  I  am  seeking  the  '  City  of  God;' 
I  will  try  to  make  known  all  my  Saviour's 

great  love. 
Who  now  is  preparing  my  mansion  above. 

]  will  tell  them  how  ready  He  now  is  to  save ; 
1  will  tell  them  how  freely  my  sins  He  forgave ; 
1  will  try  and  compel  them  to  come  on  with  me, 
That  they  of  His  glory  partakers  may  be. 

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I  AM  SEEKING  A  COUNTRY. 


Yes,  rU  try  that  all  those  whom  I  meet  on 

my  way 
May  see  I  am  living  for  that  Blessed  Day, 
When  my  Lord,  and  my  King,  in  His  glory 

shall  come, 
And  take  all  His  pilgrims  to  His  happy  Home. 

As  a  heavenly  stranger,  with  eyes  fixed 
above — 

With  my  heart  still  more  full  of  my  Saviour's 
deep  love ; 

May  I  walk  through  the  world  regardless  of  all 

Those  fleeting  allurements  which  others  en- 
thral. 

With  Thee,  0  my  God,  for  my  Guardian  and 

Guide, 
Everywhere  present — and  close  by  my  side ; 
Though  lonely  my  path  be,  my  heart  shall  not 

fear. 
For  nothing  can  harm  me  while  Thou  art  near. 

Then  joyfully,  joyfully  upward  ITl  soar 
AYhere  I  shall  know  sorrow  and  sin  never 

more ; 
But  where  I  my  Saviour  shall  love,  serve, 

and  see, 
And  with  Him  and  His  sainted  ones  ever 

shall  be.  o.  h.  i. 

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ivE  thanks  in  everything ! 

When  life  is  summer  bright^ 
And  all  around  thee  seems  to  sing 
An  anthem  of  delight. 
When  thy  cup  runs  o'er  with  bliss, 
Let  thy  lips  run  o'er  with  song, 
Let  thy  heart,  an  offering  free,  be  His 
Who  hath  fed  thee  all  life-long. 

Give  thanks  in  everything ! 
In  the  winter  and  the  frost. 
When  thy  buds  of  hope  are  withering. 

And  thy  dearest  dreams  are  cross'd, 
Let  Faith  take  up  the  strain, 

Praise  from  the  wrung  heart  flow; 
For  the  broken  spells,  and  the  kindly  pain 
That  forbids  its  rest  below. 

Give  thanks  in  everything ! 

Though  thy  portion  be  destroyed. 
Though  the  waters  have  fail'd  from  every  spring 
And  the  store-house  of  bliss  is  void, 
The  heart  was  slow  to  rise — 
Earth  was  too  dear  to  thee — 
'Twas  a  Hand  of  Love  that  loosed  the  ties ; 
Sweeter  thy  rest  will  be ! 

Give  thanks  in  everything ! 

For  ^all  things'  work  thy  good; 
Think'st  thou  thy  Lord  would  evil  bring 

On  the  soul  He  bought  with  blood  ? 

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IN  EVERYTHING  GIVE  THANKS.* 


Thou  wilt  praise  for  all  ere  long, 
Retrac'd  by  the  light  of  Heav'n ; 
Hath  Faith  in  the  dark  no  trustful  song, 
Ere  open  sight  be  giv'n  ? 

Give  thanks  in  everything ! 

For  the  cross  He  bids  thee  bear, 
For  the  flow'rs  beside  thy  path  that  spring, 
For  the  thorns  that  v^ound  thee  there ; 
For  the  sunshine  on  the  way. 
That  makes  thy  journey  sweet; 
For  the  gloom  descending  while  yet  'tis  day, 
That  urges  on  thy  feet. 

Give  thanks  in  everything ! 
For  the  gifts  He  has  denied ; 
For  the  gathering  clouds,  that  make  thee  cling 
More  closely  to  His  side. 
For  the  parting  light  of  morn. 

For  the  lengthening  shadows  grey, — 
Life's  evening  twilight  is  the  dawn 
Of  everlasting  day ! 

Give  thanks  in  everything! 
For  the  call  (whatever  it  be) 
That  shall  bid  thy  prison'd  soul  take  wing — 
Sav'd  everlastingly ! 
Faith,  lost  in  vision  bright ! 
Shadows,  in  perfect  day ! 
Fix  there  thy  gaze,  and  the  distant  light 

Shall  illumine  all  thy  way.         h.  a.  b. 


^mk  CIjw,  f  0rtr. 


*  Blessed  is  the  man  whom  Thou  chastenest,  0  Lord, 
and  teachest  him  out  of  Thy  law/ — Ps.  xciv.  12. 

'  For  He  maketh  sore,  and  bindeth  up :  He  woundeth. 
and  His  hands  make  whole/ — Job  v.  18. 

'  Whom  the  Lord  loveth  He  chasteneth.' — Heb.  xii.  6. 

'  Blessed  is  the  man  that  endureth  temptation :  for  when 
he  is  tried,  be  shall  receive  the  crown  of  life,  which  the 
Lord  hath  promised  to  them  that  love  Him.' — James  i.  12. 


THANK  Thee  for  the  trials^  Lord, 
Which  made  me  know  myself  and  Thee  : 
Myself  all  weakness — Thee  all  power, 
Pity,  and  love,  to  spend  on  me. 

I  thank  Thee  for  each  cord  Thy  love 

Hath  cut,  which  kept  me  earthward  bound ; 

And  that  in  nothing  but  Thyself 
My  happiness  can  now  be  found. 

Closer,  and  closer,  gracious  Lord, 
To  Thee,  bind  this  poor  weary  heart ! 

Whatever  would  come  between,  though  dear, 
Oh !  spare  it  not,  bid  it  depart. 

Far  off,  above  this  passing  scene, 

Oh !  may  my  life  with  Thee  be  spent ; 

By  earthly  joys  and  woes  unmoved. 
With  Thine  unchanging  love  content. 

Sprinkled  with  Thy  most  precious  blood. 

Thus  saved,  and  set  apart  for  thee, 
Anointed  by  Thy  Spirit's  power. 

Thus  manifest  Thy  grace  in  me. 

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1  THANK  THEE^  LORD. 


This  earth's  poor  husks  my  food  no  more, 
Higher  and  higher  let  me  rise ; 

Till  in  the  world  I  dwell  like  one 
Who  looks  upon  it  from  the  skies. 

The  past,  the  past,  let  it  suffice 
To  make  me  trust  no  other  love ; 

But,  Lord,  I  bless  Thee  for  each  wound 
That  turned  my  wandering  heart  above ; 

And  made  me  realise  the  truth 
That  earth  is  not  my  resting-place ; 

Which  rent  the  veil  that  came  between. 
And  hid  from  me  Thy  glorious  face. 

Thrice  blessed  chast'ning,  that  set  free 
My  spirit  from  its  grovelling  cell, 

And  taught  it  that  alone  in  Thee 

True  peace  and  endless  pleasure  dwelL 

Lord,  let  me  not  find  rest  in  aught 

But  Thee — but  Thee,  my  soul's  true  rest ; 

Forbid  that  I  should  ever  lean 
On  any  but  Thy  loving  breast. 

Oh !  by  Thy  Spirit's  mighty  power. 
So  let  me  bask  in  light  Divine, 

That  all  transformed,  from  this  hour 
Thy  likeness  in  my  life  may  shine. 

For  it  is  joy,  a  joy  like  Heaven, 
To  feel  Thy  Spirit  on  me  rest ; 

To  know  my  sins  are  all  forgiven. 

And  that  my  home  is  with  the  blest,  c.  h.  i. 

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f^ak  ^£ittlg. 


*  Learn  of  Me  (saith  Jesus)  ;  for  I  am  meek  and  lowly 
in  heart/ — Matt.  xi.  29. 


:;^[-^  PEAK  GENTLY^  it  IS  better  fetr 
•JG^-'     To  rule  by  love  than  fear ; 
Speak  gently^  let  not  harsh  words  mar 
The  good  we  might  do  here. 

(1  John  iv.  16;  Neh.  ix.  17 ;  1  Jolin  iv.  18 ;  1  John  iii.  17.) 

Speak  gently,  love  should  whisper  low 
To  friends  when  faults  we  find ; 

Gently  let  truthful  accents  flow : 
Affection's  voice  is  kind. 

(Isa.  xlii.  2 ;  Matt,  xviii.  15 ;  1  Thess.  ii.  7 ;  Psalm  cxli.  5.) 

Speak  gently  to  the  young,  for  they 

Will  have  enough  to  bear ; 
Pass  through  this  life  as  best  they  may, 

'Tis  full  of  anxious  care. 

(Eph.  vi.  4 ;  2  Tim.  iv.  2 ;  Gen.  iii.  17 ;  Job  v.  7.) 

Speak  gently  to  the  aged  one, 
Grieve  not  the  care-worn  heart; 

The  sands  of  life  are  nearly  run, 
Let  such  in  peace  depart. 

(1  Tim.  V.  1 :  Gen.  xxxvii.  34  :  Lev.  xix.  32;  Gen.  xliv.  31.) 

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SPEAK  GENTLY. 


Speak  gently,  kindly,  to  the  poor, 
Let  no  harsh  tones  be  heard ; 

They  have  enough  they  must  endure, 
Without  an  unkind  word. 

(Psalm  xli.  14 ;  Prov.  xxxi.  26 ;  2  Chron.  x.  7 ;  Eph.  iv.  31.) 

Speak  gently  to  the  erring,  know 

That  thou  thyself  art  man ; 
Perchance  unkindness  made  them  so, 

0  win  them  back  again ! 

(2  Tim.  ii.  24 ;  Eph.  iv.  29 ;  Luke  vi.  35  ;  Matt,  xviii.  15.) 

Speak  gently,  for  His  like  the  Lord, 
Whose  accents,  meek  and  mild, 

Bespoke  Him  as  the  Son  of  God, 
The  gracious  Holy  Child. 

(1  Peter  ii.  21 ;  Matt.  xi.  20  ;  John  vi.  68 ;  Luke  iv.  22.) 

Wash'd  in  His  Blood,  redeemed  to  life, 

The  family  of  Heaven 
Flee  from  all  anger,  wrath  and  strife — 

Forgive,  as  they're  forgiven. 

a  Peter  i.  18 ;  1  John  v.  1 ;  Titus  iii.  2 ;  Eph.  iv.  32.) 


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Pgmn  for  t\it  d^kiimg  of  l^xfe. 

John  xii.  21. 


E   would    see    Jesus — for   the   shadows 
MJII         lengthen 
Across  the  little  landscape  of  our  life ; 
We    would    see    Jesus,    our   weak   faith   to 

strengthen 
For  the  last  weariness,  the  final  strife. 

We  would  see  Jesus — for  life's  hand  hath  rested, 
With  its  dark  touch,  upon  both  heart  and 

brow; 
And  though  our  souls  have  many  a  billow 

breasted, 
Others  are  rising  in  the  distance  now. 

We  would  see  Jesus — other  lights  are  paling 
Which  for  long  years  we  have  rejoiced  to  see ; 
The  blessings  of  our  pilgrimage  are  failing, 
We  will  not  mourn  them — for  we  go  to  Thee. 

42  


HYMN  FOR  THE  EYEXIXG  OF  LIFE. 


We  ivoulcl  see  Jesus — the  great  rock  foundation 
Whereon  our  feet  were  set  by  sovereign  grace ; 
Xot  life,  nor  death,  with  all  their  agitation, 
Can  thence  remove  us  if  we  see  His  face. 

We  would  see  Jesus — yet  the  spirit  lingers 
Round  the  dear  objects  it  has  loved  so  long, 
And  earth  from  earth  can  scarce  unclose  its 

fingers. 
Our  love  to  Thee  makes  not  this  love  less 

strong. 

We  would  see  Jesus — sense  is  all  too  blindins:, 
And  Heaven  appears  too  dim — too  far  away. 
We  would  see  Thee — to  gain  a  sweet  reminding 
That  Thou  hast  promised  our  great  debt  to  pay. 

We  would  see  Jesus — this  is  all  we're  needino:, 
strength,  joy,  and  willingness  come  with  the 

sight; 
We  would  see  Jesus,  dying,  risen,  pleading — 
Then  welcome  day,  and  farewell  mortal  night. 


C^£  Sittttgsl^ip  0f  l^sus. 


^^]   Chkist,  what  burdens  bow'd  Thy 
head ! 
Our  load  was  laid  on  Thee ; 
Thou  stoodest  in  the  sinner's  stead — 

Barest  all  my  ill  for  me : 
A  Victim  led,  Thy  blood  was  shed : 
JN'ow  there's  no  load  for  me. 

Death  and  the  curse  were  in  our  cup — 

0  Christ,  'twas  full  for  Thee ! 
But  Thou  hast  drain'd  the  last  dark  drop — 

'Tis  empty  now  for  me. 
That  bitter  cup — love  drank  it  up ; 

Now  blessings'  draught  for  me. 

The  Father  lifted  up  His  rod — 

0  Christ,  it  fell  on  Thee ! 
Thou  wast  sore  stricken  of  Thy  God  ; 

There's  not  one  stroke  for  me. 
Thy  tears,  Thy  blood  beneath  it  flow'd ; 

Thy  bruising  healeth  me. 

The  tempest's  awful  voice  was  heard — 

0  Christ,  it  broke  on  Thee ; 
Thy  open  bosom  was  my  ward : 

It  braved  the  storm  for  me. 
Thy  form  was  scarr'd — Thy  visage  marr'd ; 

Now  cloudless  peace  for  me. 

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THE  SURETYSHIP  OF  JESUS. 


A  flame  was  kindled  in  God's  ire — • 
0  Christ,  it  burned  on  Thee ! 

It  was  a  hot,  consuming  fire, 
Ev'n  in  the  fair  green  tree ; 

There  did  that  fire  feed  and  expire ; 
JS'ow  it  is  quench'd  for  me. 

Jehovah  bade  His  sword  awake — 
0  Christ,  it  woke  'gainst  Thee ! 

Thy  blood  the  flaming  blade  must  slake ; 
Thy  heart  its  sheath  must  be — 

All  for  my  sake,  my  peace  to  make : 
Now  sleeps  that  sword  for  me. 

The  Holy  One  did  hide  His  face — 
0  Christ,  'twas  hid  from  Thee ! 

Dumb  darkness  wrapt  Thy  soul  a  space— 
The  darkness  due  to  me. 

But  now  that  face  of  radiant  grace 
Shines  forth  in  light  on  me. 

For  me,  Lord  Jesus,  Thou  hast  died. 

And  I  have  died  in  Thee ; 
Thou'rt  risen :  my  bands  are  all  untied  ; 

And  now  Thou  liv'st  in  me. 
When  purified,  made  white,  and  tried, 

Thy  GLORr  then  for  me! 

A.  R.  c. 


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'€fy  Sabmur  §ibs  Cl^e^  €amt. 


usT  as  thou  art — without  one  trace 
Of  love^  or  joy^  or  inward  grace, 
Or  meetness  for  the  heavenly  place, 
0  guilty  sinner,  come ! 

Thy  sins  I  bore  on  Calvary's  tree ; 
The  stripes  thy  due  were  laid  on  Me, 
That  peace  and  pardon  might  be  free — 
0  wretched  sinner,  come ! 

Burden'd  with  guilt,  wouldst  thou  be  ble^it ! 
Trust  not  the  world,  it  gives  no  rest ; 
I  bring  relief  to  hearts  opprest — 
0  weary  sinner,  come ! 

Come,  leave  thy  burden  at  the  Cross ; 
Count  all  thy  gains  but  worthless  dross ; 
My  grace  repays  all  earthly  loss — 
0  needy  sinner,  come ! 

Come  hither !  bring  thy  boding  fears, 
Thy  aching  heart,  thy  bursting  tears ; 
'Tis  mercy's  voice  salutes  thine  ears — 
0  trembling  sinner,  come ! 

^  The  Spirit  and  the  Bride  say.  Come,' 
Rejoicing  saints  re-echo.  Come; 
Who  faints,  who  thirsts,  who  will,  may  come  ; 
The  Saviour  bids  thee  come ! 

R.  S.  C. 


46 


'(D  famir  of  ^als,  |  €amt\' 

usT  as  I  am — without  one  plea 
But  that  Thy  Blood  was  shed  for  me, 
And  that  Thou  bidst  me  come  to  Thee, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 

Just  as  I  am — and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot, 
To  Thee,  whose  Blood  can  cleanse  each  spot, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 

Just  as  I  am — though  toss'd  about 
With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt, 
^  Fightings  within,  and  fears  without,' 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 

Just  as  I  am — poor,  wretched,  blind, 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind. 
Yea,  all  I  need  in  Thee  to  find, 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 

Just  as  I  am — Thou  wilt  receive. 
Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve ; 
Because  Thy  promise  I  believe, 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 

Just  as  I  am — Thv  love  I  own 
Has  broken  every  barrier  down ; 
Now  to  be  Thine,  and  Thine  alone, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come! 

Just  as  I  am — of  that  free  love  [prove ; 

The   breadth,  length,  depth   and  height  to 
Here  for  a  season,  then  above, 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come!  c.  e, 


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Ittsf  KB  ^an  mill 

*  Not  my  will,  but  Thine,  be  done/ — Luke  xxii.  42. 
'  It  is  the  Lord :  let  Him  do  what  seemeth  Him  good/ 
-1  Sam.  iii.  18. 

usT  as  Thou  wilt — Lord^  be  it  done ; 
Perfect  the  work  Thou  hast  begun ; 
Let  all  my  heart  and  all  my  way, 
Thy  wisdom  and  Thy  love  display. 

My  portion  Thou !  and  I  am  Thine ! 
Why  should  I  ever  then  repine  ? 
All  must  be  right — all  must  be  well — 
For  in  Thy  loving  care  I  dwell. 

Not  my  will,  Lord,  but  Thine  be  done, 
Till  all  my  earthly  course  is  run ; 
Since  Thou  hast  given  Thy  life  for  me. 
Be  it  my  joy  to  live  for  Thee. 

Each  feeling  of  my  heart  and  soul, 
Do  Thou,  0  Lord,  alone  control ; 
The  cross  Thou  seest  good  for  me. 
Let  me  in  meekness  bear  for  Thee. 

Oh !  it  will  sweeten  all  my  care, 
To  know  that  Thou  hast  placed  it  there ; 
To  know  Thy  wisdom,  love,  and  power, 
Appoints  my  portion  every  hour. 

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JUST  AS  THOU  WILT. 


Thou  wilt  not  send  me  any  grief 
But  what  in  Thee  can  find  relief: 
The  sorest  wound  that  I  can  meet 
Is  heard  when  laid  at  Thy  loved  feet. 

The  struggle's  o'er — I'm  willing  now 
To  all  Thy  discipline  to  bow : 
At  length  Thy  grace  has  made  me  see 
My  path  is  best  as  mark'd  by  Thee. 

Enough  to  know  that  I  am  Thine ; 
And,  precious  Saviour,  Thou  art  mine : 
Thou  canst  not  err — Thou  wilt  not  leave — 
Nor  willingly  Thy  servant  grieve. 

Then  I  will  say  that  all  is  well, 
And  daily,  Lord,  Thy  goodness  tell : 
Thy  watchful  eye  can  never  sleep — 
Thy  strength.  Thy  weakest  one  will  keep. 

Just  as  Thou  wilt — Lord,  be  it  done; 
Be  Thou  my  Guard  and  Guide  alone : 
Let  nothing,  Lord,  be  given  me, 
But  as  it  seemeth  good  to  Thee. 

0.  H.  I. 


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*  Let  nothing  keep  you  back  from  Christ  ;  I  except 
nothing — neither  sin  nor  sorrow/ 

'  The  short  way  out  of  every  difficulty  is  to  carry  it  at 
once  to  Jesus,  who  is  the  opener  of  the  seven  seals/ 


ET  nothing  keep  you  back  from 
Christ, 
Nothing — without,  within ; 
But  spread  at  once  before  the  throne 
Your  sorrow  and  your  sin. 

And  think  not  many  words  you  need 
To  make  your  meaning  clear, 

A  look  will  carry  all  to  Him, 
A  stgh  will  reach  His  ear. 

Even  when  a  mist  is  cast  around. 

And  all  seems  dark  to  you. 
It  is  as  clear  as  light  to  Him 

With  whom  we  have  to  do. 

The  ^  far-off'  thought  He  comprehends. 

He  marks  the  silent  tear. 
And  groans  unutter'd  bear  to  Him 

A  message,  deep  and  clear. 

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'LET  NOTHING  KEEP  YOU  BACK.* 


He  ^  openeth  the  seven  seals/ 
Solves  each  perplexing  doubt ; 

And  from  our  dark  and  crooked  paths, 
He  brings  us  safely  out. 

Eegard  not  feelings,  good  or  bad, 
Trust  only  what  '  He  saith;' 

Looking  away  from  all,  to  Him — 
This  is  to  live  by  faith — 

^  Bare,  naked  faith,'  that  ventures  all 

Upon  the  Lord  alone. 
Resting  upon  the  word  and  icoi^h 

Of  God's  Eternal  Son. 

And  never  shall  our  confidence 

To  Him  in  vain  be  given ; 
Whate'er  we  trust  Him  with,  on  earth, 

Well^razse  Him  for,  in  Heaven. 

E.  H.  H. 


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*  |^0okmg  off  nvda  ^zbub! 


m 


EYES  that  are  weary^  and  hearts  that 

are  sore, 
Look  off  unto  Jesus,  and   sorrow  no 
more : 
The  light  of  His  countenance  shineth  so  bright, 
That  on  earth,  as  in  heaven,  there  need  be  no 
night. 

^  Looking  off  unto  Jesus/  my  eyes  cannot  see 
The  troubles  and  dangers  that  throng  around 

me : 
They  cannot  be  blinded  with  sorrowful  tears, 
They  cannot  be  shadowed  with  unbelief-fears. 

^  Looking  off  unto  Jesus/  my  spirit  is  blest,— 
In  the  world  I  have  turmoil — in  Him  I  have 

rest: 
The  sea  of  my  life  all  about  me  may  roar, — 
When  I  look  unto  Jesus,  I  hear  it  no  more. 

•  Looking  off  unto  Jesus/  I  go  not  astray ; 
My  eyes  are  on  Him,  and  He  shows  me  the 
way; 

•  This  is  the  exact  translation  of  Heb.  xii.  2.    '  Looking  off  [from  all  other 
ohjects]  unto  Jesus.' 

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LOOKING  OFF  UNTO  JESUfe. 


The  path  may  seem  dark  as  He  leads  me 

along, 
But  following  Jesus,  I  cannot  go  wrong. 

^  Looking  off  unto   Jesus,'   my  heart   cannot 

fear, — 
Its  trembling  is  still,  when  I  see  Jesus  near ; 
I  know  that  His  power  my  safeguard  will  be. 
For  '  Why  are  you  troubled?'     He  saith  unto 

me. 

^  Looking  off  unto  Jesus,'  oh !  may  I  be  found. 
When  the  waters  of  Jordan  encompass  me 

round : 
Let  them  bear  me  away  in  His  presence  to  be : 
'Tis  but  seeing  Him  nearer  whom  always  I  see. 

Then,  then,  I  shall  know  the  full  beauty  and 

grace 
Of  Jesus,  my  Lord,  when  I  stand  face  to  face : 
I  shall  know  how  His  love  went  before  me 

each  day. 
And  wonder  that  ever  my  eyes  turned  away ! 


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^t  Jfal^cr's  €np 


*  The  cup  which  My  Father  hath  given  Me,  shall  I 
not  drink  it?' — John  xviii.  ll. 

*  In  the  hand  of  the  Lord  there  is  a  cup.  ...  It  is  full 
of  mixture.' — Psalm  Ixxv.  8. 

READ  not  the  cup  of  sorrow, 

Thy  God  that  cup  hath  mix'd : 
Think  not  of  ills  to-morrow, 
His  love  thy  lot  hath  fix'd. 

Thy  Father  !  He  arranges 
His  children's  portion  here ; 

Through  all  life's  weary  changes, 
Be  still,  for  He  is  near. 

Then,  trust  the  love  of  Jesus — 
So  wise — so  strong — so  sweet — 

He  knows  thy  soul's  diseases. 
The  medicine  that  is  meet. 

Oh !  hast  thou  been  forsaken. 
Where  most  thy  heart  did  cling? 

That  cup,  thy  Lord  hath  taken — 
He  felt  desertion's  sting ! 

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THE  FATHER'S  CUP. 


Fear  not  though  storms  may  lower, 
No  wave  can  thee  o'erwhelm; 

While  He,  of  mighty  power, 
Directs,  and  holds  the  helm. 

Each  cloud — each  stormy  billow. 
But  drives  thee  nearer  home  : 

Thy  harp  take  from  the  willow, 
And  sing  of  joys  to  come. 

Sing  of  the  fadeless  glory 
Which  is  prepared  for  thee : 

Sing  loud  His  love's  sweet  story 
Who  all  its  light  shall  be. 

Sing,  for  the  days  of  sadness 

Are  flying  fast  away : 
Sing,  for  the  home  of  gladness 

Is  Hearing  day  by  day. 

Sing,  as  each  struggle's  ended — 
The  weary  strife  grows  less ! 

Though  tears  with  smiles  are  blended, 
Sing,  and  still  onward  press ! 

Sing,  for  when  thou  art  weakest. 
He  will  His  strength  impart : 

In  grief,  if  Him  thou  seekest, 
Hell  heal  thy  broken  heart. 

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THE  FATHERS  CUP. 


If  thoTi  art  sad  and  lonely, 
Sing,  for  thy  Lord  is  near ; 

Trust  Him,  lean  on  Him,  only, 
Hell  wipe  away  each  tear. 

Sing,  though  thy  heart  is  breaking. 
Praise  will  subdue  its  pain ; 

When  a  thorn  its  breast  is  aching. 
The  bird*  sings  sweetest  then. 

As  stars  through  night  shine  brightly, 
The  past  will  seem  to  thee ; 

Then  take  earth's  trials  lightly. 
His  love  in  all  thou  It  see. 

One  hour  of  bliss  in  heaven 
Were  worth  long  years  of  pain : 

Happy  to  whom  'tis  given. 
Through  troubles,  rest  to  gain. 

Then  though  the  path  be  dreary 
That  leads  thee  to  thy  home. 

Sing,  when  thy  heart  is  weary, 
^LoRD  Jesus,  quickly  come!' 

c.  H.  T. 

*  It  is  said  that  the  nightingale  sings  sweetest  when  a  thorn  is  piercing 
her  breast. 

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tUtL 


Peace  I  leave  with  you,  My  peace  I  give  unto  you :  not  as 
the  world  giveth,  give  I  unto  you/ — John  xiv.  27. 


RIDE  OF  My  Love!  Ere  from  the  Cross 
uplifted, 
The  Heavens  receive  Me  to  My  kingly- 
throne, 
My  Peace  I  leave  thee — not  as  earth  bestoweth 
Her  fading  gifts,  I  give  unto  Mine  own. 

Child  of  My  purchase !  heir  of  fadeless  glory, 
In  tribulation  great  thou  shalt  be  tried ; 

Yet  inMy  Peace,  which  passeth  understanding. 
Thy  steadfast  soul  for  ever  shall  abide. 

My  Peace  I  give  thee — though  to  thy  dim  vision 
The  narrow  path  in  darkness  fade  away ; 

Strengthen  thy  falt'ring  faith,  the  morn  shall 
show  thee 
My  bleeding  footprints  on  the  rugged  way. 

Peace  shall  be  thine,  though  bitter  memories 
thronging. 

Of  countless  sins,  across  thy  spirit  roll ; 
Although  the  accuser  of  the  holy  brethren. 

With  darkest  doubts  assail  thy  weary  soul. 


PEACE, 


Peace  shall  be  thine,  although  'life's  fitful 
fever' 
Throb  fiercely  through  thine  aching  head 
and  breast, 
And  for  thy  soul's  unrest  and  weary  yearning, 
Earth  has  no  balm  or  quiet  ark  of  rest. 

Peace,  when  the  feeble  light  by  which  thou 
steerest 
No  longer  glimmers  from  the  further  shore ; 
Peace,  when  the  loves  and  hopes  long  held  the 
dearest, 
In  the  dark  waves  have  sunk  to  rise  no 
more. 

Peace,  in  the  lonely  hours  of  weary  waiting, 
In   valley  twilight,   cold,    and    sad,    and 
grey; 
Behold  the  mountain  tops  already  rosy 
With  the  bright  flush  of  the  long  looked-for 
day! 

Peace,  in   that  loneliest,   bitterest  hour   of 
anguish. 
Which  bears  thy  loved  ones  from  thy  strain- 
ing sight. 
I  am  the  endless  Life,  he  that  on  Me  believeth. 
In  Paradise  shall  walk  with  Me  in  white. 

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PEACE. 


Peace,  in  the  day  when  death's  cold  waters 

swelling 

Around  thy  feet  thy  trembling  soul  affright ; 

The  Hand  that  in  the  wilderness  hath  led  thee 

Through  the  dark  waves,  shall  guide  thee 

into  light. 

Peace,  when  the  strange  new  sound  of  angel 

hymnings 

Breaks  in  wild  music  on  thy  wondering  ear ; 

Peace,  when  thy  human  soul,  unclothed  and 

lonely, 

Before  My  throne  in  judgment  shall  appear. 

Peace  perfected,  when,  from  the  din  of  battle. 
The  everlasting  doors  shall  close  thee  in ; 

When  thou  shalt  know,  upon  My  throne  beside 
Me, 
Victorious  calm,  freedom  from  strife  and  sin. 

I.  L.  BIRD. 


-m^ 


59 


f  mb  tie,  #  f  0rtr. 

Psalm  v.  8. 


I  WILL  lead  them  in  paths  they  haye  not  known :  I 
will  make  darkness  light  before  them,  and  crooked  things 
straight.  These  things  will  I  do  unto  them,  and  not  for- 
sake them/ — Isaiah  xlii.  16. 


EAD  me,  my  Father — ^lead  Thy  child, 

For  I  am  blind,  and  cannot  see 
One  step  through  this  dark  dreary  wild; 
But  I  am  safe  while  led  by  Thee. 

Lead  me,  my  Father — I  am  weak, 
And  long  and  rugged  is  my  way : 

No  strength  have  I — Thy  strength  I  seek : 
While  Thou  art  near  no  ills  dismay. 

Lead  me,  for  I  am  foolish.  Father, 
And  know  not  what  is  best  for  me : 

Nor  what  /  would,  but  be  it  rather, 
Just  as  it  seemeth  good  to  Thee. 

Lead  me,  for  all  is  known  to  Thee, 
Each  weary  winding  of  my  way ; 

What  has  been,  and  what  yet  shall  be, 
The  changes  of  life's  changing  day. 

Wonderful !  Counsellor !  lead  on ; 

Nor  let  me  faint,  though  trials  deep 
Should  thicken,  ere  my  race  be  run, 

Or  I  be  called  still  more  to  weep. 

GO 


LEAD  ME^  0  LORD. 


Lead  on,  and  make  me  trust  Thy  love, 
Thy  wisdom,  tender  care,  and  power; 

Though  Thou  my  faith  should st  deeply  prove. 
Or  dark  temptations  round  me  low'r. 

Lead  on.  Thy  wisdom  cannot  err — 
Unchanging  is  Thy  precious  love — 

Unceasing  is  Thy  tender  care — 
Thy  power !  what  power  can  move  ? 

Lead  me,  my  Father,  for  I'm  Thine — 
Thine  own — Thy  dearly  purchased  one; 

Oh !  through  each  cloud  of  darkness  shine, 
Thy  love  to  me  in  all  make  known. 

Lead  me,  nor  ever  let  me  turn 

From  paths  of  holiness  aside ; 
Let  grace  within  me  brighter  burn, 

Till  all  my  sin  is  crucified. 

Lead  on,  though  hard  the  warfare  be. 

Though  friends  be  few,  though  foes  be  strongs 

For  I  shall  gain  the  victory 

(Which  Thou  hast  won  for  me)  ere  long. 

Lead  me,  this  is  a  foreign  land ! 

Oh !  Father,  leave  me  not  alone ; 
Hold  me  by  Thine  all-powerful  hand, 

Keep  close  to  me,  I  am  Thine  own. 

Father — Saviour — God  of  power ! 

Just  as  Thou  wilt,  still  lead  me  on ; 
I  would  not  choose,  but  hour  by  hour. 

Ask  that  Thy  will  in  me  be  done.      c.  h.  i. 

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ttkl^  t)^t  Cwp  geaik. 


The  cup  which  My  Father  hath  given  Me,  shall  I  not 
drink  it?' — J.ohn  xviii.  11. 


^^usiNG  of  all  my  Father's  love, 
^'*  "        (How  sweet  it  is!) 

Methought  I  heard  a  gentle  voice : 
^  Child,  here's  a  cup — 
I've  mixed  it — drink  it  up.' 
My  heart  did  sink — I  could  no  more  rejoice. 

0  Father,  dost  Thou  love  Thy  child? 

Then  why  this  cup  ? 
'  One  day,  My  child,  I  said  to  thee — 

Here  is  a  flower 
Pluck'd  from  a  beauteous  bower : 
Did  you  complain  ?  or  take  it  thankfully  ? 

^  One  day  I  gave  thee  pleasant  fruit 

From  a  choice  tree : 
How  pleased,  how  grateful  you  did  seem : 

You  said — I  love 
Thee ;  faithful  may  I  prove ! 
Your  heart  was  full,  with  joy  your  eyes  did 

beam. 

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MEEKLY  THE  CUP  RECEIVE. 


^  That  flower  was  Mine — that  fruit  was 
Mine — 
This  cup  is  Mine, 
And  all  that's  in  it  comes  from  Me/ 

Father,  I'm  still; 
Forgive  my  naughty  will. 
But  what's  the  cup  ?  may  I  look  in  and  see  ? 

^You  see.  My  child!  you  must  not  see — 

Christ  only  saw 
His  destined  cup  of  bitter  gall : 

No,  child,  believe; 
Meekly  the  cup  receive, 
And  know  that  love  and  wisdom  mix'd  it  all.' 

0  Father,  must  it  be  ? 

'  Yes,  child,  it  must.' 
Then  give  the  needy  medicine. 

Be  by  my  side. 
Only  Thy  face  don't  hide : 
I'll  drink  it  all — it  must  be  good — 'tis  Thine. 

h. 


—- — ^:iig?ij^^S^S=''^— 


g  ^mtB  Kxt  m  Cl^s  Santr. 


ATHER,  I  know  tliat  all  my  life 

Is  portion'd  out  for  me, 
And  the  changes  that  are  sure  to 
I  do  not  fear  to  see ;  [come 

But  I  ask  Thee  for  a  present  mind, 
Intent  on  pleasing  Thee. 

I  ask  Thee  for  a  thoughtful  love, 
Through  constant  watching  wise, 

To  meet  the  glad  with  joyful  smiles, 
And  wipe  the  weeping  eyes ; 

And  a  heart  at  leisure  from  itself, 
To  soothe  and  sympathise. 

I  would  not  have  the  restless  will 

That  hurries  to  and  fro. 
Seeking  for  some  great  thing  to  do, 

Or  secret  thing  to  know : 
I  would  be  treated  as  a  child, 

And  guided  where  I  go. 

Wherever  in  the  world  I  am. 

In  whatsoe'er  estate, 
I  have  a  fellowship  with  hearts 

To  keep  and  cultivate ; 
And  a  work  of  lowly  love  to  do 

For  the  Lord  on  whom  I  wait. 


G4 


MY  TIMES  ARE  IN  THY  HAND. 


So  I  ask  Thee  for  the  daily  strength 

To  none  that  ask  denied, 
And  a  mind  to  blend  with  outward  Ufe 

While  keeping  at  Thy  side ; 
Content  to  fill  a  little  space, 

If  Thou  be  glorified. 

And  if  some  things  I  do  not  ask 

In  my  cup  of  blessing  be, 
I  would  have  my  spirit  filFd  the  more 

With  grateful  love  to  Thee — 
More  careful,  not  to  serve  Thee  much, 

But  to  please  Thee  im^fecily. 

There  are  briers  besetting  every  path, 

That  call  for  patient  care ; 
There  is  a  cross  in  every  lot, 

And  an  earnest  need  for  prayer ; 
But  a  lowly  heart,  that  leans  on  Thee, 

Is  happy  anywhere. 

In  a  service  which  Thy  will  appoints 

There  are  no  bonds  for  me ; 
For  my  inmost  heart  is  taught  the  Truth 

That  makes  Thy  children  free ; 
And  a  life  of  self-renouncing  love 

Is  a  life  of  liberty.  a.  l.  w. 

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i0  f  Dk  lib  ^mt 


*  Come  and  hear,  all  ye  that  fear  God,  and  I  will  declare 
what  He  hath  done  for  my  soul/ — Psalm  Ixvi.  16. 


HAT  Thou   hast   done,   my   God, 
HI         for  me. 

Is  more  than  I  can  tell ; 
This  world  had  closed  my  heart  to  Thee, 

But  Thou  didst  break  the  spell. 

I  cannot  tell  one-half  Thy  Love, 

Which,  daily.  Lord,  I  see: 
Countless  Thy  tender  mercies  prove, 

Wondrous  Thy  Love  to  me. 

But  I  would  tell  to  all  around 

That  Jesus  died  for  me ; 
That  when  in  sin's  dark  bondage  bound, 

He  set  my  spirit  free. 

Yes,  I  would  tell  how  His  pure  Love 

Unchanging  does  remain ; 
And  how  He  pleads  for  me  above, 

In  His  most  precious  name. 

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NO  LOYE  LIKE  THINE! 


Would  tell^  how  in  my  heaviest  grief, 

He  calms  my  soul  to  rest ; 
How  He  can  give  that  heart  relief 

Which  leans  upon  His  breast. 

Would  tell,  how  in  life's  loneliest  hour, 

When  every  joy  below 
Seem'd  withered  like  the  fading  flower, 

He  sooth'd  me  in  my  woe. 

Would  tell,  how  in  perplexing  care 
He  turns  my  thoughts  above  ; 

And  makes  me  see  that  He  is  there 
Appointing  all  in  Love. 

Would  tell,  when  weary  oft  with  sin. 
And  press'd  beneath  the  load, 

He  by  His  Spirit's  voice  within, 
Points  to  my  peace  with  God. 

Lord,  I  would  tell — how  loudly  tell ! — 
There  is  no  Love  like  Thine : 

Thou  ever  wilt  do  all  things  well, 
Thou  Mighty  One,  Divine.  c,  h.  i. 

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"^mxtx,  p;g  (Sob,  ta  ^l^tt 

EARER,  my  God,  to  Thee — 

Nearer  to  Thee, 
E'en  though  it  be  a  cross 
That  raiseth  me : 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee — 
Nearer  to  Thee. 

(Psalm  xlii.  1 ;  Exod.  xv.  2.) 

Though  like  a  wanderer, 
The  sun  gone  down. 

Darkness  comes  over  me, 
My  rest  a  stone ; 

Yet  in  my  dreams  I'd  be 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee — 
Nearer  to  Thee. 

(Gen.  xxviii.  10-12.) 

There  let  the  way  appear 
Steps  unto  Heaven ; 

All  that  Thou  sendest  me 
In  mercy  given. 

Angels  to  beckon  me 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee — 
Nearer  to  Thee. 

(Gen.  xxviii.  12, 13.) 

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NEARER,  MY  GOB,  TO  THEE. 


Then  with  my  waking  thoughts, 

Bright  with  Thy  praise, 
Out  of  my  stony  griefs 

Bethels  1 11  raise ; 
So  by  my  woes  to  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee — 

Nearer  to  Thee. 

(Gen.  xxviii.  18, 19.) 

And  when  on  joyful  wing. 

Cleaving  the  sky, 
Sun,  moon,  and  stars,  forgot, 

Upwards  I  fly; 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee — 

Nearer  to  Thee. 

(Psalm  xlii.  2 ;  Psalm  bdii.  25.) 

Christ  alone  beareth  me 
Where  Thou  dost  shine ; 

Joint-heir  He  maketh  me 
Of  the  Divine! 

In  Christ  my  soul  shall  be 

Nearest,  my  God,  to  Thee — 
Nearest  to  Thee. 

(John  xiv.  6;  Kom.  x.  19;  Rom.  viii.  17.) 

S.  F.  ADAMS. 

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^^^NE  sweetly  solemn  thought 

Comes  to  me  o'er  and  o'er : 
^  Tm  nearer  Home  to-day 
Than  ever  I've  been  before. 

Nearer  my  Father's  House, 

Where  the  ^  many  mansions'  be ; 

Nearer  the  great  white  throne, 
Nearer  the  jasper  sea. 

Nearer  the  bound  of  life, 

Where  we  lay  our  burdens  down ; 
Nearer  leaving  the  cross — 

Nearer  gaining  the  crown. 

But  lying  darkly  between, 

Winding  down  through  the  night, 
Is  the  dim  and  unknown  stream 

To  be  cross'd  ere  we  reach  the  light. 

Jesus,  perfect  my  trust. 

Strengthen  the  hand  of  my  faith ; 
Let  me  feel  Thee  near  when  I  stand 

On  the  edge  of  the  shore  of  death ; 

Feel  Thee  near  when  my  feet 
Are  slipping  over  the  brink ; 

For  it  may  be  I'm  nearer  Home — 
Nearer  now  than  I  think !         carey. 


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#  l^sits,  Bd  p;^  Jfml 


|y  weary  spirit  is  oppressed. 
It  cannot  rise  to  Thee ; 
Fetter'd  by  sin,  and  chained  to  earth, 


0  Jesus,  set  me  free ! 

From  all  the  load  of  earthly  cares 

That  vex  and  harass  me, 
And  from  this  weight  of  unbelief, 

0  Jesus,  set  me  free ! 

Round  me  I  see  a  wide  expanse 

Of  light  and  liberty ; 
And  yet  my  bonds  I  cannot  burst, 

0  Jesus,  set  me  free ! 

Lord,  open  Thou  my  prison  door, 

For  Thou  dost  hold  the  key ; 
Utter  the  glad  command,  ^Go  forth/ 

And  then  I  shall  be  free. 

Break  Thou  the  chain  of  endless  thought, 

It  is  too  much  for  me ; 
Breathe  rest  throughout  my  weary  frame, 

The  rest  of  trust  in  Thee. 

Reveal  Thyself,  Lord,  to  my  heart, 

Thy  glory  let  me  see ; 
On  Jesus  fix  my  steadfast  gaze, 

And  then  I  shall  be  free. 


0  JESUS^  SET  ME  FREE  ! 


Ill  hear  what  God  the  Lord  will  say, 

He  will  speak  peace  to  me ! 
^Look  unto  Me  and  be  ye  saved, 

/  set  the  prisoners  free. 

^No  longer  dwell  within  thyself, 

Look  out  from  self  to  Me ; 
A  full  salvation  I  have  wrought. 

And  freely  give  to  thee. 

^Is  there  a  good  your  heart  can  wish, 
That  IVe  not  bought  for  thee? 

Take  and  enjoy  what  I  have  bought. 
And  find  your  all  in  Me. 

'Give  up  your  thoughts,  your  thoughts  are 
vain, 

They  cannot  profit  thee ; 
They  cannot  change  a  single  hair — 

Your  wisdom  is  in  Me. 

'Bear  not  a  single  care  yourself, 

One  is  too  much  for  thee ; 
To  work  is  Mine,  and  Mine  alone — 

Your  work  is — rest  in  Me/ 

Lord,  this  is  glorious  rest  indeed. 

To  leave  my  all  with  Thee ; 
To  cease  from  work,  from  care,  from  self — 

Oh,  this  is  to  be  free  I 

E.  H.  H. 


*  As  thy  days,  so  shall  thy  strength  be/ — 
Deut.  xxxiii.  25. 


^^Sne  by  one  the  sands  are  flowing, 
1^^^    One  by  one  the  moments  fall ; 
Some  are  coming,  some  are  going ; 
Do  not  strive  to  grasp  them  all. 

One  by  one  thy  duties  wait  thee ; 

Let  thy  whole  strength  go  to  each ; 
Let  no  future  dreams  elate  thee ; 

Learn  thou  first  what  those  can  teach. 

One  by  one  (bright  gifts  from  Heaven) 
Joys  are  sent  thee  here  below; 

Take  them  readily  when  given, 
Ready,  too,  to  let  them  go. 

One  by  one  thy  griefs  shall  meet  thee ; 

Do  not  fear  an  armed  band ; 
One  will  fade  as  others  greet  thee, 

Shadows  passing  through  the  land. 

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ONE  BY  ONE. 


Do  not  look  at  life's  long  sorrow, 
See  how  small  each  moment's  pain ; 

God  will  help  thee  for  to-morrow ; 
Every  day  begin  again. 

Every  hour  that  fleets  so  slowly 
Has  its  task  to  do  or  bear ; 

Luminous  the  crown,  and  holy, 
If  thou  set  each  gem  with  care. 

Do  not  linger  with  regretting, 
Or  for  passion's  hours  despond ; 

Nor,  the  daily  toil  forgetting. 
Look  too  eagerly  beyond. 

Hours  are  golden  links,  God's  token, 
Eeaching  Heaven ;  but,  one  by  one. 

Take  them,  lest  the  chain  be  broken 
Ere  the  pilgrimage  be  done. 


r*^)^ 


'#  Cahe  He  as  |  am!' 


'5»rj'Esus,  my  Lord,  to  Thee  I  cry, 
^wJI  Unless  Thou  help  me,  I  must  die ; 


0  bring  Thy  free  salvation  nigh, 
And  take  me  as  I  am ! 

Helpless  I  am,  and  full  of  guilt, 
But  yet  for  me  Thy  Blood  was  spilt, 
And  Thou  canst  make  me  what  Thou  wilt, 
But  take  me  as  I  am! 

No  preparation  can  I  make. 
My  best  resolves  I  only  break, 
Tet  save  me,  for  Thine  own  Name's  sake, 
And  take  me  as  I  am ! 

0  Lord  !  Thine  only  would  I  be, 
And  yet  I  cannot  go  to  Thee ; 

But,  Saviour,  Thou  canst  come  to  me. 
And  take  me  as  I  am ! 

1  thirst,  I  long,  to  know  Thy  love. 
Thy  full  salvation  I  would  prove ; 
But  since  to  Thee  I  cannot  move, 

0  take  me  as  I  am ! 

Without  Thee  even  prayer  expires. 
Fill  then  my  soul  with  large  desires. 
And  light  it  up  with  heavenly  fires. 
But  take  me  as  I  am ! 


0  TAKE  ME  AS  I  AM!' 


Behold  me,  Saviour,  at  Thy  feet, 
Deal  with  me  as  Thou  seest  meet; 
Thy  work  begin,  Thy  work  complete, 
But  take  me  as  I  am ! 

Spirit  of  God,  oh,  breathe  on  me, 
The  Saviour's  glory  make  me  see, 
Changed  to  His  image  let  me  be, 
Come  to  me  as  I  am ! 

Fall  on  me  as  the  dews  of  even. 
So  silently,  so  freely  given, 
Show  me  as  free  the  things  of  Heaven^ 
Given  to  me  as  I  am ! 

If  Thou  hast  work  for  me  to  do, 
Inspire  my  will,  my  heart  renew, 
And  work  both  in  and  by  me  too, 
But  take  me  as  I  am ! 

And  when  at  last  the  work  is  done, 
The  battle  o'er,  the  victory  won. 
Still,  still  my  cry  shall  be  alone. 
Lord,  take  me  as  I  am ! 

E.  H.  H. 


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i^rftct  "ButL 


MIND  at  ^  perfect  peace'  with  God  ; 

Oh,  what  a  word  is  this ! 
A  sinner  reconciled  through  Blood; — 
This,  this,  indeed,  is  peace ! 

By  nature  and  by  practice  far — 

How  very  far ! — from  God  ; 
Yet  now  by  grace  brought  nigh  to  Him, 

Through  faith  in  Jesus'  Blood. 

So  nigh,  so  very  nigh  to  God, 

I  cannot  nearer  be ; 
For,  in  the  Person  of  His  Son, 

I  am  as  near  as  He. 

So  dear,  so  very  dear  to  God, 

More  dear  I  cannot  be ; 
The  love  wherewith  He  loves  the  Son — 

Such  is  His  love  to  me. 

Why  should  I  ever  careful  be. 

Since  such  a  God  is  mine  ? 
He  watches  o'er  me  night  and  day, 

And  tells  me,  '  Mine  is  thine.' 

c.  p. 


That  botli  he  that  soweth  and  he  that  reapeth  may  rejoice 
together/ — John  iv.  36. 

ROM  the  far-off  fields  of  earthly  toil 

A  goodly  host  they  come, 
And  sounds  of  music  are  on  the  air — 
Tis  the  song  of  the  Harvest-Home. 
The  weariness  and  the  weeping — 
The  darkness  has  all  pass'd  by, 
And  a  glorious  sun  has  risen — 
The  sun  of  Eternity ! 

We've  seen  those  faces  in  days  of  yore, 

When  the  dust  was  on  their  brow, 
And  the  scalding  tear  upon  their  cheek  : 

Let  us  look  at  the  labourers  now ! 
We  think  of  the  life-long  sorrow, 

And  the  wilderness  days  of  care ; 
We  try  to  trace  the  tear-drops. 

But  no  scars  of  grief  are  there. 

There's  a  mystery  of  soul-chasten'd  joy 

Lit  up  with  sunlight  hues. 
Like  morning  flowers  most  beautiful. 

When  wet  with  midnight  dews. 
There  are  depths  of  earnest  meaning 

In  each  true  and  trustful  gaze. 
Telling  of  wondrous  lessons 

Learnt  in  their  pilgrim  days. 


THE  HARVEST-HOME. 


And  a  conscious  confidence  of  bliss 

That  shall  never  again  remove^ — 
All  the  faith  and  hope  of  journeying  years 

Gathered  up  in  that  look  of  love. 
The  long  waiting  days  are  over; 

They've  received  their  wages  now; 
For  they've  gazed  upon  their  Master, 

And  His  name  is  on  their  brow. 

They've  seen  the  safely  garner'd  sheaves, 

And  the  song  has  been  passing  sweet. 
Which  welcomed  the  last  in-coming  one 

Laid  down  at  their  Saviour's  feet. 
Oh  !  well  does  His  heart  remember, 

As  those  notes  of  praise  sweep  by, 
The  yearning,  plaintive  music. 

Of  earth's  sadder  minstrelsy. 

And  well  does  He  know  each  chequer'd  tale. 

As  He  looks  on  the  joyous  band — 
All  thelights  and  shadows  that  cross'd  their  path 

In  the  distant  pilgrim  land ; — 
The  heart's  unspoken  anguish. 

The  bitter  sighs  and  tears. 
The  long,  long  hours  of  watching, 

The  changeful  hopes  and  fears ! 

One  hath  climb'd  the  rugged  mountain  side, — 
'Twas  a  bleak  and  wintry  day ; — 

The  tempest  had  scatter'd  His  precious  seed, 
And  He  wept  as  He  turned  away. 


THE  HARVEST-HOME. 


But  a  stranger-hand  had  watered 

That  seed  on  a  distant  shore, 
And  the  labourers  now  are  meeting, 

Who  never  had  met  before. 

And  one — he  had  toil'd  amid  burning  sands, 

When  the  scorching  sun  was  high : 
He  had  grasped  the  plough  with  afever'd  hand, 

And  then  laid  him  down  to  die : 
But  another,  and  yet  another. 

Had  filled  that  deserted  field, 
Nor  vainly  the  seed  they  scattered. 

Where  a  brother's  care  had  tilFd. 

Some  with  eager  step  went  boldly  forth, 

Broadcasting  o'er  the  land : 
Some  water'd  the  scarcely  budding  blade. 

With  a  tender,  gentle  hand. 
There's  one — her  young  life  was  blighted 

By  the  withering  touch  of  woe ; 
Her  days  were  sad  and  weary. 

And  she  never  went  forth  to  sow ; 

But  there  rose  from  her  lonely  couch  of  pain, 

The  fervent,  pleading  prayer ; 
She  looks  on  many  a  radiant  brow. 

And  she  reads  the  answers  there ! 
Yes !  sowers  and  reapers  are  meeting ; 

A  rejoicing  host  they  come ! 
Will  you  join  the  echoing  chorus? — 

'Tis  the  song  of  the  Harvest-Home !        p. 

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BxwiBt  frrr  tl^t  f^mnimn. 


HERE  is  a  Fountain  filled  with  bloody 
Drawn  from  Emmanuel's  veins^, 
And  sinners  plunged  beneath  that 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains.  [flood 

The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  Fountain  in  his  day ; 
And  there  have  I,  as  vile  as  he, 

TTash'd  all  my  sins  away. 

Dear  dying  Lamb,  Thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransom'd  Church  of  God 

Be  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply. 
Redeeming  Love  has  been  my  theme, 

And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

111  sing  Thy  power  to  save, 
When  this  poor,  lisping,  stammering  tongue 

Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 

Lord,  I  believe  Thou  hast  prepared 

(Unworthy  though  I  be) 
For  me  a  blood-bought,  free  reward, 

A  golden  harp  for  me ! 

'Tis  strung,  and  tuned  for  endless  years, 

And  formed  by  power  Divine, 
To  sound  in  God  the  Father's  ears 

K'o  other  Xame  but  Thine.  cowper. 

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ARK,  my  soul !  it  is  the  Lord  ; 

'Tis  thy  Saviour,  hear  His  word ; 
Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee : 
^  Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  Me  ? 

^  I  delivered  thee  when  bound. 
And  when  bleeding,  healed  thy  wound ; 
Sought  thee  wandering,  set  thee  right ; 
Turn'd  thy  darkness  into  light. 

^  Can  a  woman's  tender  care 
Cease  toward  the  child  she  bare  ? 
Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be, 
Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 

^  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love. 
Higher  than  the  heights  above. 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath. 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 

^  Thou  shalt  see  My  glory  soon. 
When  the  work  of  grace  is  done ; 
Partner  of  My  throne  shalt  be : 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  Me?' 

Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint. 
That  my  love  is  cold  and  faint ; 
Yet  I  love  Thee,  and  adore: 
0  for  grace  to  love  Thee  more ! 

#  COWPER. 

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"gtni: 


*  In  returning  and  rest  shall  ye  be  saved  ;  in  quietness 
and  in  confidence  shall  be  your  strength.' — Isaiah  xxx.  15. 

['  I  am  lying  like  clay  in  the  hands  of  the  potter/  said  an 
aged  believer  to  his  pastor.  '  Ah !  my  friend,  it  is  good  to 
be  there/  replied  the  pastor;  'when  we  lay  ourselves  thus 
in  His  hands,  He  alone  knows  how  gloriously  we  shall  come 
out  of  them.'] 

f^SJY  Saviour,  Thou  hast  offer'd  rest, 

IMii     ^^ '  S^^^  ^^^  then,  to  me ; 
""^ "    The  rest  of  ceasing  from  myself, 
To  find  my  all  in  Thee. 

This  cruel  self,  oh,  how  it  strives 
And  works  within  my  breast, 

To  come  between  Thee  and  my  soul, 
And  keep  me  back  from  rest. 

How  many  subtle  forms  it  takes 

Of  seeming  verity. 
As  if  it  were  not  safe  to  rest 

And  venture  all  on  Thee. 

And  yet  it  was  no  little  price 
That  bought  this  rest  for  me ; 

'Twas  purchased  at  the  mighty  cost 
Of  Jesus'  agony. 

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'REST/ 


I  only  enter  on  the  rest 

Obtained  by  labours  done ; 
I  only  claim  the  victory 

By  Him  so  dearly  won. 

And^  Lord,  I  seek  a  holy  rest, 

A  victory  over  sin ; 
I  seek  that  Thou  alone  shouldst  reign 

O'er  all,  without,  within. 

In  quietness,  then,  and  confidence, 
Saviour,  my  strength  shall  be ; 

And,  '  Take  me,  for  I  cannot  come,' 
Is  still  my  cry  to  Thee. 

In  Thy  strong  hand  I  lay  me  down, 
So  shall  the  work  be  done ; 

For  who  can  work  so  wondrously 
As  an  Almighty  One. 

Work  on,  then.  Lord,  till  on  my  soul 

Eternal  light  shall  break ; 
And  in  Thy  likeness  perfected, 

I,  '  satisfied,'  shall  wake. 

E.  II.  II. 


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'  Whom  the  Lord  lovetti  He  chasteneth,  and  scourgetli 
every  son  whom  He  receiveth/ — Heb.  xii.  6. 

'  If  need  be,  ye  are  in  heaviness  through  manifold 
temptations/ — 1  Pet.  i.  6. 

H !  yes,  in  all  Thy  dealings,  Father, 
A  ^need  be'  for  each  stroke  I  see; 
From  every  chastisement  I  gather 
Fresh  tokens  of  Thy  love  to  me. 

A  foolish  child,  from  Thee  I  wandered, 
And  fondly  clung  to  things  of  clay ; 

Earthly  my  heart  and  thoughts  they  rendered, 
And  yet  I  could  not  break  away. 

With  anguish  oft  my  spirit  smarted, 
Because  I  stray'd  so  far  from  Thee ! 

0  smile  upon  me,  now  I've  parted 
With  all  that  once  had  charms  for  me. 

Full  many  a  chastening  stroke  I  needed. 
To  break  the  bonds  that  bound  me  here ; 

Thy  mighty  power  at  length  succeeded 
To  loose  the  spell  once  held  so  dear. 

The  bitterness  of  life  is  ended, 

For  now  my  joy  is  found  in  Thee ; 

With  Thee  my  every  hope  is  blended, 
Thou'rt  more  than  all  the  world  to  me. 

No  disappointment  can  overtake  me. 

For  Thy  pure  love  no  change  can  know ; 

Thou  It  never  leave  me,  nor  forsake  me ; 
With  Thee  I'm  safe  where'er  I  go. 

8> 


LOYE  TOKENS! 


Lonely,  yet  not  alone,  my  Saviour! 

While  I  can  feel  that  Thou  art  near ; 
Life,  light,  and  joy  are  in  Thy  favour : 

What  can  I  want  when  Thou  art  here? 

What  tho'  the  friends  my  fond  heart  cherished 
May  now  no  longer  on  me  smile ; 

Tho'  hopes  that  once  were  bright  have  perished, 
With  all  that  did  my  heart  beguile ; 

They  were  but  dreams,  so  vain,  so  fleeting, 
As  mocks  the  heart  that  deems  them  true; 

The  tears  at  parting,  smiles  at  meeting, 
Pass  as  the  clouds  or  early  dew. 

While  I  can  look  on  things  unseen. 

Where  dwells  my  Lord  in  changeless  love, 

I  slight  the  griefs  that  intervene. 
And  fix  my  gaze  on  things  above. 

Thou  knowest.  Lord,  the  earthward  cleaving, 
That  made  my  heart  so  dark,  so  dead ; 

Thou  sawest  the  spell  the  world  was  weaving, 
That  far  from  Thee  I  might  be  led. 

In  pity.  Thou  did  give  the  fiat, — 
^Loosen  her  bonds;  let  her  go  free!' 

Trembling — weeping — ^yet.  Lord,  by  it. 
Risen  from  earth,  I  soar  to  Thee. 

T  bless  the  love  that  thus  has  broken 
The  bonds  I  vainly  tried  to  break : 

I  bless  Thee,  Lord,  for  every  token 

That  does  my  heart  more  heavenly  make. 

c.  H.  I. 
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*m^ut  %^tnr 


i* 


HAT  then?    Why  then  another  pilgrim 
song; 

And  then  a  hush  of  rest  divinely  granted ; 
And  then  a  thirsty  stage,  (Ah  me,  so  long !) 
And  then  a  brook,  just  where  it  is  most 
wanted. 

What  then  ?  The  pitching  of  the  evening  tent : 
And  then,  perchance,  a  pillow  rough  and 
thorny ; 
And  then  some  sweet  and  tender  message, 
sent 
To   cheer  the  faint   one  for  to-morrow's 
journey. 

What  then?    The  wailing  of  the  midnight 
wind; 
A  feverish  sleep;  a  heart  oppressed  and 
aching ; 
And  then  a  little  water-cruse  to  find 

Close  by  my  pillow,  ready  for  my  waking. 

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WHAT  THENV 


"What  then?     I  am  not  careful  to  inquire : 
I  know  there  will  be  tears,  and  fears,  and 
sorrow ; 

And  then  a  loving  Saviour  drawing  nigher, 
And  saying,  ^/will  answer  for  the  morrow/ 

What  then?     For  all  my  sins  His  pardoning 
grace ; 
For  all  my  wants  and  woes  His  loving- 
kindness  ; 
For  darkest  shades  the  shining  of  God's  face ; 
And  Christ's  own  hand  to  lead  me  in  my 
blindness. 

What  then  ?    A  shadowy  valley,  lone  and  dim : 
And  then  a  deep  and  darkly  rolling  river ; 

And  then  a  flood  of  light — a  seraph  hymn — 
And  God's  own  smile,  for  ever  and  for  ever ! 

J.  0. 


88 


^t  gnrk  of  %^tB. 

ocK  OF  Ages^  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myseK  in  Thee ! 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 

From  Thy  riven  side  which  flowed, 

Be  of  sin  the  double  cure, 

Cleanse  me  from  its  guilt  and  power. 

Not  the  labour  of  my  hands 
Can  fulfil  Thy  law's  demands : 
Could  my  zeal  no  respite  know, 
Could  my  tears  for  ever  flow, 
All  for  sin  could  not  atone ; 
Thou  must  save,  and  Thou  alone. 

Nothing  in  my  hand  I  bring. 
Simply  to  Thy  Cross  I  cling ; 
Naked,  come  to  Thee  for  dress — 
Helpless,  look  to  Thee  for  grace : 
Foul,  I  to  the  Fountain  fly; 
Wash  me.  Saviour,  or  I  die  ? 

While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath. 
When  my  eyelids  close  in  death. 
When  I  soar  to  worlds  unknown. 
See  Thee  on  Thy  judgment-throne — 
Eock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me. 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee ! 

TOPLADY. 

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Ck  %BBnxmtt  ai  Jfail^* 

DEBTOR  to  Mercy  alone, 

Of  Covenant-Mercy  I  sing ; 
Nor  fear,  with  Christ's  Righteous- 
ness on, 
My  person  and  offering  to  bring. 
The  terrors  of  Law  and  of  God, 

With  me  can  have  nothing  to  do ; 
My  Saviour's  obedience  and  blood 
Hide  all  my  transgressions  from  view. 

The  work  which  His  goodness  began, 

The  arm  of  His  strength  will  complete ; 
His  promise  is  Yea  and  Amen, 

And  never  was  forfeited  yet. 
Things  future,  or  things  that  are  now, 

Not  all  things  below  nor  above. 
Can  make  Him  His  purpose  forego, 

Nor  sever  my  soul  from  His  love. 

My  name  from  the  palms  of  His  hands 

Eternity  will  not  erase ; 
Impress'd  on  His  heart  it  remains, 

In  marks  of  indelible  grace. 
Yes !  I  to  the  end  shall  endure, 

As  sure  as  the  earnest  is  given ; 
More  happy,  but  not  more  secure. 

The  glorified  spirits  in  heaven. 

TOPLADY. 


90 


'Casting  all  goxtr  Can  xx^mx  pirn/ 

1  Peter  v.  7. 


IS  Love  which  hath  our  way  prepared. 
And  for  our  souls  and  bodies  cared ; 
And  LoYE  sent  each  event. 

No  chance  it  is  which  trial  sends, 

'Tis  LoYE  which  in  our  cup  it  blends, 

And  with  most  blest  intent. 

However  bitter  tastes  the  rind, 

The  kernel  is  of  Loye  combined. 

Ah !  could  we  see  that  faithful  Hand 
Which  such  large  store  of  good  hath  plann'd, 
Of  sorrow  hath  removed : 
That  Eye,  which,  seeing  all  so  clear. 
Hath  guided  us,  now  there,  now  here : 
That  Heart  which  hath  so  loved : — 
Should  we  not  be  like  children  blest 
Who  in  their  mother's  arms  find  rest? 

A  child  is  its  own  mother's  joy  ; 

To  cherish  it  her  sweet  employ ; 

For  it  she  seems  to  live. 

Thus,  Lord,  is  each  of  Thine  Thy  care, 

As  though  Thine  only  child  he  were. 

If  this  we  would  believe. 

How  sweetly  trustful  might  we  be, 

Yea^  Lord,  in  Thy  blest  care  be  free ! 


01 


Enoch  walked  with  God/ — Gen.  v.  24. 


0  walk  with  God^  0  fellowship  divine ! 
Man's  highest  state  on  earth — Lord, 
be  it  mine ! 
With  Thee  may  I  a  close  communion  hold, 
To  Thee  the  deep  recesses  of  my  heart  unfold : 
Yes,  tell  Thee  all ;  each  weary  care  and  grief 
Into  Thy  bosom  pour,  till  there  I  find  relief. 
0  let  me  walk  with  Thee,  thou  Mighty  One ! 
Lean  on  Thine  arm,  and  trust  Thy  love  alone ; 
With  Thee  hold  converse  sweet  where'er  I  go ; 
Thy  smile  of  love  my  highest  bliss  below ! 
With  Thee  transact  life's  business — doing  all 
With  single  aim  for  Thee — as  Thou  dost  call : 
My  every  comfort  at  Thy  hand  receive. 
My  every  talent  to  Thy  glory  give ; 
Thy  counsel  seek  in  every  trying  hour. 
In  all  my  weakness  trust  Thy  mighty  power. 
Oh !  may  this  high  companionship  be  mine, 
And  all  my  life  by  its  reflection  shine. 
My  great — my  wise — my  never-failing  Friend, 
Whose  love  no  change  can  know,  no  turn,  no  end ! 
My  Saviour  God  !  Who  gavest  Thy  life  for  me. 
Let  nothing  come  between  my  heart  and  Thee ! 
From  Thee  no  thought,  no  secret,  would  I  keep, 
But  on  Thy  breast  my  tears  of  anguish  weep. 
My  every  wound  to  Thee  I  take  to  heal, 
For  Thou  art  touched  with  every  pang  I  feel. 


\)2 


THE  believer's  PRIVILEGE. 


0,  Friend  of  friends!  the  faithful^  tru^  and 

tried, 
In  Thee,  and  Thee  alone,  I  now  confide ; 
Earth's  ^broken  cisterns' — ahl  they  all  have 

proved 
Unsatisfying — vain — however  loved; 
The  false  will  fail — the  fondest,  they  must  go ! 
Oh !  thus  it  is  with  all  we  love  below. 
From  things  of  earth  then  let  my  heart  be  free. 
And  find  its  happiness,  my  Lord,  in  Thee ; 
Thy  Holy  Spirit  for  my  Guide  and  Guest, 
Whate'er  my  lot,  I  must  be  safe  and  blest; 
Wash'd  in  Thy  blood,  from  all  my  guilt  made 

clean, 
I  in  Thy  Eighteousness  alone  am  seen ; 
Thy  Home  my  home — Thy  God  and  Father 

mine! 
Dead  to  the  world — my  life  is  hid  with  Thine : 
Its  highest  honours  fade  before  my  view — 
Its  pleasures,  I  can  trample  on  them  too. 
With  Thee  by  faith  I  walk  in  crowds — alone. 
Making  to  Thee  my  wants  and  wishes  known: 
Drawing  from  Thee  my  daily  strength  in  prayer, 
Finding  Thine  arm  sustains  me  everywhere ; 
While  thro'  the  clouds  of  sin  and  woe  the  light 
Of  coming  Glory  shines  more  sweetly  bright ; 
And  this  my  daily  boast — my  aim — my  end — 
That  my  Redeemer  is  my  God — my  Friend  ! 

c.  H.  I. 


93 


Cl^t  ^Kmt  of  l^stts. 

ow  sweet  the  Name  of  Jesus  sounds 
In  a  believer's  ear!        [wounds, 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 
And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 

Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary,  rest. 

Dear  Name !  the  rock  on  which  I  build, 
My  shield  and  hiding-place ; 

My  never-failing  treasury,  filFd 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 

Jesus  !  my  Shepherd,  Husband,  Friend, 
My  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King ; 

My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Way,  my  End, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart. 
And  cold  my  warmest  thought ; 

But  when  I  see  Thee  as  Thou  art, 
I'll  praise  Thee  as  I  ought. 

Till  then,  I  would  Thy  love  proclaim 

With  every  fleeting  breath ; 
And  may  the  music  of  Thy  name 

Refresh  my  soul  in  death ! 

NEWTON. 


94 


Cl^i  Jfulrass  0f  l^sus* 


*  He  was  wounded  for  our  transgressions,  He  was 
bruised  for  our  iniquities/ — Isaiah  liii.  5. 


LAY  my  sins  on  Jesus, 

The  spotless  Lamb  of  God; 
;ie  bears  them  all,  and  frees  us 

From  the  accursed  load. 
I  bring  my  guilt  to  Jesus, 

To  wash  my  crimson  stains 
White  in  His  blood  most  precious, 
Till  not  a  spot  remains. 

I  lay  my  wants  on  Jesus, — 

All  fulness  dwells  in  Him ; 
He  heals  all  my  diseases, 

He  doth  my  soul  redeem. 
I  lay  my  griefs  on  Jesus, 

My  burdens  and  my  cares ; 
He  from  them  all  releases, — 

He  all  my  sorrows  shares. 

95 


THE  FULNESS  OF  JESUS. 


I  rest  my  soul  on  Jesus^ — 

This  weary  soul  of  mine ; 
His  right  hand  me  embraces, 

I  on  His  breast  recline. 
I  love  the  name  of  Jesus, 

Immanuel,  Christ  the  Lord  ; 
Like  fragrance  on  the  breezes, 

His  Name  abroad  is  pour'd. 

I  long  to  be  like  Jesus — 

Meek,  loving,  lowly,  mild; 
I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

The  Father's  Holy  Child : 
I  long  to  be  with  Jesus, 

Amid  the  heavenly  throng ; 
To  sing,  with  saints.  His  praises. 

To  learn  the  angels'  song. 

H.  BONAR. 


-^-^ 


90 


*  Unto  you  which  believe  He  is  precious/ — 1  Peter  ii.  7. 


k 


NEED  Thee,  precious  Jesus,  for  I  am  full 
of  sin, 
My  soul  is  dark  and  guilty,  my  heart 
is  dead  within : 
I  need  the  cleansing  Fountain,  where  I  can 

always  flee — 
The  Blood  of  Christ  most  precious,  the  sinner's 
perfect  plea. 

(Zech.  xiii.  1 ;  1  John  i.  7 ;  John  i.  29 ;  Eph.  i.  7.) 

I  need  Thee,  precious  Jesus,  for  I  am  very 

poor, 
A  stranger  and  a  pilgrim,  I  have  no  earthly 

store : 
I  need  the  love  of  Jesus,  to  cheer  me  on  my 

way, 
To  guide  my  doubting  footsteps,  to  be  my 

strength  and  stay. 

(Kev,  iii.  18 ;  Heb.  xi.  13 ;  Heb.  xii.  1,  2  ;  1  Peter  ii.  25.) 

I  need  Thee,  precious  Jesus,  I  need  a  friend 

like  Thee; 
A  friend  to  soothe  and  sympathise — a  friend 

to  care  for  me : 
I  need  the  heart  of  Jesus,  to  feel  each  anxious 

care, 
To  tell  my  every  want,  and  all  my  sorrows 

share. 

(Heb.  iv.  15, 16 ;  Heb.  xiii.  12.) 

97 


THE  HEART  OP  JESUS. 


I  need  Thee,  precious  Jesus,  for  I  am  very  blind, 
A  weak  and  foolish  wanderer,  with  a  dark  and 

evil  mind : 
I  need  the  light  of  Jesus,  to  thread  the  thorny 

road. 
To  guide  me  safe  to  glory,  where  I  shall  see 

my  God. 

(2  Cor.  xii.  9;  John  viii.  12.) 

I  need  Thee,  precious  Jesus  ;  I  need  Thee  day 

by  day; 
To  fill  me  with  Thy  fulness,  to  lead  me  on  my 

way: 
I  need  Thy  Holy  Spirit,  to  teach  me  what  I  am. 
To  show  me  more  of  Jesus,  to  point  me  to  the 

Lamb. 

(Luke  xi.  13;  Col.  ii.  9, 10.) 

I  need  Thee,  precious  Jesus,  and  I  hope  to 

see  Thee  soon. 
Encircled  with  the  rainbow,  and  seated  on 

Thy  throne  : 
There,  with  Thy  blood -bought  children,  my 

joy  shall  ever  be, 
To  sing  Thy  praises,  Jesus  ;  to  gaze,  my  Lord, 

on  Thee. 

(Rev.  iv.  3 ;  Rev.  vii.  9-17 ;  Eph.  iii.  20,  21.) 

WHITFIELD. 


98 


'^mxmt  Pg  Jfatl|j/ 


1^11 


ATHEK,  I  ask  for  heavenly  light 

To  chase  the  mists  of  earth  away : 
Time  hides  th'  eternal  from  my  sight 
Increase  my  faith,  I  pray ! 

That,  passing  all  that  lies  between, 
The  cloud  and  sunshine  by  the  way, 

My  eyes  may  rest  on  things  unseen, 
Increase  my  faith,  I  pray ! 

That  upwards,  where  my  Lord  has  gone. 
My  heart  and  hopes  may  rise. each  day, 

Where  He  has  led,  my  steps  press  on, — 
Increase  my  faith,  I  pray ! 

When  threat'ning  clouds  are  dense  above, 
And  storm  and  darkness  hide  Thy  way, 

That  I  may  trust — nor  doubt  Thy  love, — 
Increase  my  faith,  I  pray ! 

When,  in  the  strain  of  wind  and  sea, 
The  strands  of  hope  well-nigh  give  way, 

Haste,  ere  I  sink,  to  succour  me  I 
Increase  my  faith,  I  pray ! 

When  sins,  o'erwhelming  as  a  flood, 
Eise  from  the  past  in  dread  array, 


INCREASE  MY  FAITH.' 


That  I  may  trust  th'  all-cleansing  blood. 
Increase  my  faith,  I  pray ! 

When  lov'd  ones  pass  within  the  vail, 
And  leave  me  lonely  on  the  way, 

Lest  heart,  and  hope,  and  courage  fail, 
Increase  my  faith,  I  pray ! 

When,  for  the  tears  that  dim  my  sight, 
I  cannot  trace  their  upward  way. 

Nor  see  them  crown'd  with  saints  in  light, 
Increase  my  faith,  I  pray ! 

That  through  life's  sorrow,  care,  and  sin, 
And  earth-born  tumult,  day  by  day. 

Thy  perfect  peace  may  rule  within. 
Increase  my  faith,  I  pray ! 

Mine  be  the  eyes  that  through  the  night 
Wait  patiently  the  dawn  of  day ; 

Mine  be  the  trust  that  asks  not  sight — 
Increase  my  faith,  I  pray ! 

Till  I  have  run  my  mortal  race, 
Till  the  last  shadows  pass  away, 

Till  glory  crown  Thy  work  of  grace, 
Increase  my  faith,  I  pray  1         h.  a.  b. 


100 


*  Of  His  fulness  have  all  we  received,  and  grace  for 
grace/ — John  i.  16. 

HEARD  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 
Come  unto  Me  and  rest ; 
Lay  down,  thou  weary  one,  lay  down 
Thy  head  upon  My  breast/*^ 
I  came  to  Jesus  as  I  was. 

Weary,  and  worn,  and  sad ; 

I  found  in  Him  a  resting-place. 

And  He  has  made  me  glad. 

I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

^  Behold,  I  freely  give 
Thee  living  water — thirsty  one. 

Stoop  down,  and  drink,  and  live.'f 
I  came  to  Jesus,  and  I  drank 

Of  that  life-giving  stream : 
My  thirst  was  quench'd,  my  soul  revived. 

And  now  I  live  in  Him. 

I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

^  I  am  this  dark  world's  Light ; 
Look  unto  Me,  thy  morn  shall  rise, 

And  all  thy  day  be  bright/ J 
I  looked  to  Jesus,  and  I  found 

In  Him  my  Star,  my  Sun ; 
And  in  that  Light  of  Life  111  walk. 

Till  travelling  days  are  done.      n.  bonar. 

*  Matt.  xi.  28.  f  Jo^^^  i^-  10.  J  John  viii.  12. 

101 


%hxlit  xn  pxm* 

LING  to  the  Crucified  ! 
His  death  is  life  to  thee^ — 
Life  for  eternity. 
His  pains  thy  pardon  seal ; 
His  stripes  thy  bruises  heal ; 
His  cross  proclaims  thy  peace. 
Bids  every  sorrow  cease. 
His  blood  is  all  to  thee, 

It  purges  thee  from  sin ; 
It  sets  thy  spirit  free, 

It  keeps  thy  conscience  clean : 
Cling  to  the  Crucified  1 

Cling  to  the  Crucified  ! 

His  is  a  heart  of  love, 
Full  as  the  hearts  above ; 
Its  depths  of  sympathy 
Are  all  awake  to  thee ; 
His  countenance  is  light, 
Even  in  the  darkest  night. 
That  love  shall  never  change. 

That  light  shall  ne'er  grow  dim ; 
Change  thou  thy  faithless  heart. 
To  find  its  all  in  Him : 
Cling  to  the  Crucified  1 

H.  bonar. 


102 


%)^t  3nxt  '^.dnQt 


*  Him  that  cometh  to  Me  I  will  in  no  wise  cast  out/ — 
John  vi.  37. 

[An  eminent  divine,  on  his  deathbed,  said  to  a  brother 
clergyman  who  was  with  him,  *  In  spite  of  all  I  have 
written,  and  all  I  have  preached,  there  is  but  one  word 
which  gives  me  comfort  now — it  is  this,  "  Him  that 
cometh  to  Me  I  will  in  no  wise  cast  out."  Do  you  think 
I  may  venture  my  soul  upon  this  promise  ?'  *  If  you  had 
a  thousand  souls,'  replied  his  friend,  'you  might  rest 
them  all  on  this  one  word.*] 


N  no  wise  cast  thee  out' — the  words  are 
spoken, 

And,  Jesus,  never  can  Thy  word  be  broken ; 
Here,  then,  I  lay  me  down  and  take  my  rest, 
Calm  as  an  infant  on  its  mother's  breast. 

^  In  no  wise  cast  thee  out' — 0,  words  of  power 
To  shed  a  light  upon  the  darkest  hour ; 
To  meet  each  want  I  can  on  them  rely. 
And  on  their  truth  rest  my  eternity. 

103 


THE  SURE  REFUGE. 


^  In  no  wise  cast  thee  out' — steadfast  and  sure 
This  anchor  of  the  soul* shall  still  endure; 
Through  life,  through  death,  when  heart  and 

flesh  shall  fail, 
Till  it  has  brought  me  safe  within  the  vail. 

^  In  no  wise  cast  thee  out' — I  need  not  care 
To  seek  in  this  dark  heart  what  is  not  there ; 
Alike  from  good  or  ill  in  self,  I  flee 
To  find  my  Righteousness,  my  all,  in  Thee. 

^  In  no  wise  cast  thee  out' — I  live,  I  die. 
And,  fearless,  pass  into  eternity; 
Resting  on  this  alone,  Thy  word  is  given — 
That  word  secures  Pardon,  Salvation,  Heaven. 

E.  H.  H. 


104 


*THE    LORD    OUR    RIGHTEOUSNESS/ 

ONCE  was  a  stranger  to  grace  and  to  God, 
I  knew  not  my  danger,  and  felt  not 
my  load ; 
Though  friends  spoke  in  rapture  of  Christ  on 

the  tree, 
Jehovah  Tsidkenu  was  nothing  to  me. 

I  oft  read  with  pleasure,  to  soothe  or  engage, 

Isaiah's  wild  measure  and  John's  simple 
page; 

But  e'en  when  they  pictured  the  blood- 
sprinkled  tree, 

Jehovah  Tsidkenu  seem'd  nothing  to  me. 

Like  tears  from  the  daughters  of  Zion  that 

roll, 
I  wept  when  the  waters  went  over  His  soul ; 
Yet  thought  not  that  my  sins  had  nailed  to 

the  tree 
Jehovah  Tsidkenu — 'twas  nothing  to  me. 

When  free  grace  awoke  me,  by  light  from  on 

high. 
Then  legal  fears  shook  me,  I  trembled  to  die; 

105 


JEHOYAH  TSIDKENTT. 


No  refuge,  no  safety  in  self  could  I  see, — 
Jehovah  Tsidkenu  my  Saviour  must  be. 

My  terrors   all  vanished  before   the  sweet 

JS'ame; 
My  guilty  fears  banished,  with  boldness  I 

came 
To  drink  at  the  Fountain,  life-giving  and  free : 
Jehovah  Tsidkenu  is  all  things  to  me. 

Jehovah  Tsidkenu  !  my  treasure  and  boast, 
Jehovah  Tsidkenu  !  I  ne'er  can  be  lost ; 
In  Thee  I  shall  conquer  by  flood  and  by  field. 
My  cable,  my  anchor,  my  breast-plate  and 
shield! 

Even  treading  the  valley,  the  shadow  of  death, 
This   ^watchword'  shall   rally  my  faltering 

breath ; 
For  while  from  life's  fever  my  God  sets  me 

free, 
Jehovah  Tsidkenu,  my  death-song  shall  be. 

M'CHEYNB. 


c-.^trsis)^iy'9^^ 


106 


^l^t  Cup  anb  %  €xakn. 


*  Ye  know  not  what  ye  ask.  Are  ye  able  to  drink  of 
the  cup  that  I  shall  drink  of?' — Matt.  xx.  22. 

'  If  so  be  that  we  suffer  with  Him,  that  we  may  be  also 
glorified  together.  For  I  reckon  that  the  sufferings  of  this 
present  time  are  not  worthy  to  be  compared  ^-ith  the  glory 
which  shall  be  revealed  in  us,' — Kom.  viii.  17,  18. 


ow  oft  we  pray  for  holiness, 

Yet  know  not  what  we  ask ; 
We  seek  the  heavenly  prize  to  gain, 
Nor  think  how  hard  the  task ! 

Through  sorrows  deep  the  Saviour  trod, 

The  sinner's  life  to  gain : 
His  purchased  ones  must  in  His  steps 

To  heavenly  joys  attain. 

Wouldst  thou  among  the  shining  ones 

Be  foremost  in  that  place  ? 
Or  wear  a  brighter  crown  than  all 

Who  run  the  Christian  race? 

Then  be  assured  thy  path  must  be 
Through  trials  dark  and  deep; 

Thine  heart  must  oft  be  pierced  with  thorns, 
Thine  eyes  must  ofttimes  weep. 

107 


THE  CUP  AND  THE  CROWN, 


The  soldier  who  would  glory  win 
Must  bear  the  battle's  strife — 

Must  wage  through  many  a  weary  war, 
And  yield  but  with  his  life ; 

Must  free  himself  from  every  tie 
That  had  him  onward  bound ; 

Must  dash  the  tear-drop  from  his  eye, 
When  fond  ones  cling  around. 

Wouldst  thou  above  the  things  of  earth 

On  wings  of  rapture  soar, 
To  hold  communion  in  the  heights 

Of  bliss,  unknown  before  ? 

Then  must  the  ties  that  bound  thee  here 

Be  severed  one  by  one ; 
And  thy  fond  heart,  loosed  from  them  all, 

Contented,  mount  alone. 

Oh !  canst  thou  drink  this  bitter  cup  ? 

He  drank  it  once  for  thee ! 
He  left  His  throne,  and  glorious  ones, 

Thy  Substitute  to  be ! 

Lonely  to  suffer,  live,  and  die. 
To  raise  thee  to  His  Throne ; 

108 


THE   CUP  AND   THE  CROWN. 


Then  murmur  not  if  thou,  bereft, 
Shouldst  tread  to  Heaven  alone. 

And  think,  whenever  thou  dost  ask 

To  be  more  holy  here, 
That  if  He  grant  to  thee  thy  prayer, 

Some  heart-sore  trial's  near. 

The  gem  that  decks  the  monarch's  crown, 

Ere  seen  in  beauty  there, 
Is  hewn  with  many  a  cutting  stroke. 

Its  radiance  to  prepare. 

Then  count  the  cost :  if  thou  wouldst  shine 

A  gem  of  heavenly  ray, 
The  chisel  deep  must  cut  the  dross 

That  hides  its  light  away. 

But  dark  howe'er  thy  sorrows  be, 

Or  loud  the  storms  that  fall, 
One  glimpse  of  Jesus  as  He  is 

WiU  make  amends  for  all ! 


c.  H.  I, 


-^^^^::^1^- 


109 


"^xU  in  ^tnns. 


*  Abide  in  Me,  and  I  in  you.  As  the  branch  cannot 
bear  fruit  of  itself,  except  it  abide  in  the  vine ;  no  more 
can  ye,  except  ye  abide  in  Me/ — John  xv.  4. 

*  He  that  saith  he  abideth  in  Him  ought  himself  also 
so  to  walk,  even  as  He  walked/ — 1  John  ii.  6. 


BIDE  in  Me !' — Most  loving  counsel  this ; 
Nearest  approach  on  earth  to  heavenly 
bliss. 

With  the  command,  0  Saviour,  give  me  power 
To  live  by  faith  in  Thee,  from  hour  to  hour. 

^  Abide  in  Me!' — Sinner  so  poor  and  weak, 
Vain  is  each  other  refuge  thou  wouldst  seek ; 
Hidden  in  Me,  thy  sins  are  seen  no  more. 
Blameless  thoult  stand  the  Judgment-seat 
before. 

^  Abide  in  Me !' — For  I  have  strength  to  give. 
The  grace  to  make  thee  henceforth  heaven- 
ward live ; 
Eternal  things  My  Spirit  can  reveal. 
And  thy  heart's  earthly  dark  diseases  heal. 

110 


LIFE  IN  JESUS! 


^ Abide  in  Me!' — All  else  must  change  or  die 
"WTiere  thou  dost  fondest  cling,  or  firm  rely ; 
All  else  is  shadow^  which  evades  the  grasp, 
And  mocks  the  heart  whose  tendrils  round  it 
clasp. 

'Abide  in  Me!' — All  soon  must  pass  away — 
This  earth  so  fair,  these  idols  formed  of  clay ; 
Its  riches,  pleasures,  friendships,  pomp,  and 

fame. 
All  evanescent  are — all  but  a  name ! 

'Abide  in  Me!' — For  changeless  is  My  love, 
Its  depth  unmeasured,  as  its  height  above — 
JS'ot  all  thy  feelings  can  its  power  repel : 
Wilt  thou  not  trust  the  love  that  loves  so  well  ? 

'  Abide  in  Me!' — No  ill  can  hurt  thee  there; 
In  Me  thou'rt  safe  e'en  from  the  Tempter's 

snare — 
Before  his  fiery  darts  o'er  thee  prevail 
My  life  must  end,  My  faithfulness  must  fail ! 

'  Abide  in  Me ! ' — If  thou  wouldst  fruitful  be  : 
The  branch  bears  not  when  severed  from  the 

tree ; 
Without  My  Spirit's  power,  poor  sapless  bough ! 
'No  fruit  thou'lt  bear,  for  thou  canst  nothing  do. 

Ill 


LIFE  IN  JESUS  ! 


^  Abide  in  Me!' — All  grace  is  Mine  to  give; 
My  voice  the  dead  shall  hear,  and,  hearing, 

live ! 
My  Bpirit  can  thy  strongest  sins  subdue, 
Soften  thine  heart,  and  all  thy  thoughts  renew. 

^  Abide  in  Me!'— Live  only  on  My  love. 
And  thou  shalt  taste  the  bliss  of  saints  above ; 
In  Me  thou  shalt  have  peace ;  in  Me  find  rest. 
Though  storms  should  rage  around  or  cares 
molest. 

^ Abide  in  Me!' — Then  safe  within  the  vail. 
Death  cannot  hurt,  though  heart  and  flesh 

may  fail ; 
One  with  Myself,  who  vanquished  death  and 

hell. 
It  only  breaks  the  bondage  of  thy  cell ! 

^  Abide  in  Me!' — Then  thou   mayst  calmly 

smile 
On  ruined  hopes,  or  ruined  worlds  the  while ; 
Even  the  trumpet's  awful  sound  shall  be 
The  sweetest  music  ever  heard,  to  thee. 

c.  H.  I. 


112 


c^f  f  ife-f 00k. 


'He  was  wounded  for  our  transgressions,  He  was 
bruised  for  our  iniquities  :  the  cliastisement  of  our  peace 
was  upon  Him;  and  with  His  stripes  we  are  healed/ — 
Isaiah  liii.  5. 

*  Look  unto  Me,  and  be  ye  saved,  all  the  ends  of  the 
earth/ — Isaiah  xlv.  22. 

'  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God,  which  taketh  away  the  sin  of 
the  world/ — John  i.  29. 


HERE  is  life  for  a  Look  at  the  Crucified 
One, 
There  is  life  at  this  moment  for  thee ; 
Then  look,  sinner  look,  unto  Him  and  be  saved, 
Unto  Him  who  was  nailed  to  the  Tree. 

0  why  was  He  there  as  the  bearer  of  sin, 
If  on  Jesus  thy  sins  were  not  laid  ? 

0  why  from  His  side  flowed  the  sin-cleansing 
Blood, 
If  His  dying  thy  debt  has  not  paid  ? 

It  is  not  thy  tears  of  repentance,  or  prayers, 
But  the  Blood  that  atones  for  the  soul : 

On  Him,  then,  who  shed  it,  thou  may  est  at  once 
Thy  weight  of  iniquities  roll. 

113 


THE  LIFE-LOOK. 


His  anguish  of  soul  on  the  Cross  hast  thou  seen? 

His  cry  of  distress  hast  thou  heard? 
Then  why,  if  the  terrors  of  wrath  He  endured, 

Should  pardon  to  thee  be  deferred? 

Thou  art  healed  by  His  stripes, — wouldst  thou 
add  to  the  word  ? — 

And  He  is  thy  Righteousness  made : 
The  best  robe  of  Heaven  He  bids  thee  put  on : 

Oh!  couldst  thou  be  better  arrayed? 

Then  doubt  not  thy  welcome,  since  God  has 
declared 

There  remaineth  no  more  to  be  done ; 
That  once  in  the  end  of  the  world  He  appeared, 

And  completed  the  work  He  begun. 

But  take,  with  rejoicing,  from  Jesus  at  once 

The  Life  Everlasting  He  gives ; 
And  know,  with  assurance,  thou  never  canst  die. 

Since  Jesus,  thy  Righteousness,  lives. 

There  is  life  for  a  Look  at  the  Crucified  One; 

There  is  life  at  this  moment  for  thee ; 
Then  look,  sinner  look,  unto  Him  and  be  saved. 

And  know  thyself  spotless  as  He. 

A.  M.  HULL. 

lU 


€^U  iKt^txBjaht 


*  AVe  know  that  all  things  work  together  for  good  to 
them  that  love  God,  to  them  who  are  the  called  according 
to  His  purpose/ — Kom.  viii.  28. 

'  If  ye  endure  chastening,  God  dealeth  with  you  as 
with  sons/ — Heb.  xii.  7. 


HiLD  of  God  !  believe  His  promise, 
How  dark  soever  be  thy  day ; 
That  which  seemeth  most  perplexing 
Shall  thy  Father's  love  display. 

Child  of  God — through  dangers  passing, 
While  no  light  gleams  on  thy  path, 

Trust  the  Arm  that  still  upholds  thee ; 
Care  of  thee  thy  Father  hath ! 

Child  of  God — the  furnace  flaming, 

May  for  thee  prepared  be ! 
Tremble  not,  it  cannot  harm  thee ; 

A  Father's  love  will  watch  o'er  thee. 

Child  of  God — though  stormy  billows 
Of  dark  temptation  may  abound ; 

Rest  calmly,  as  on  downy  pillows. 

Thy  Father's  power  will  thee  surround. 

115 


THY  FATHER'S  LOVE. 


Child  of  God — bereft,  forsaken, 
If  such  should  be  thy  bitter  lot ! 

Oh!  let  this  thought  thy  joy  awaken, 
Thy  God,  thy  Father,  changes  not. 

Child  of  God — has  sickness  laid  thee 

On  a  weary  bed  of  pain  ? 
He  who  chastens.  He  has  saved  thee ; 

Thy  Father's  grace  will  thee  sustain. 

Child  of  God — art  thop  left  lonely? 

Are  eyes  that  watch'd  thee  dimm'd  and  gone? 
Are  hearts  now  cold  that  loved  thee  warmly  ? 

Though  lonely,  thou  art  not  alone. 

Child  of  God — whatever  comes  o'er  thee, 
Think  what  thy  portion  soon  shall  be  1 

Think  of  the  joy  that's  set  before  thee, 
When  thou  hast  gained  the  victory ! 

Child  of  God — in  joy  and  sadness. 
All  must  work  for  good  to  thee ; 

This  thought  should  fill  thy  heart  with  gladness, 
My  Saviour  died,  and  lives  for  me ! 

Child  of  God — soon,  soon  in  glory 
Thou  shalt  His  truth  and  wisdom  see ; 

And  with  saints  shall  tell  the  story 

Of  all  the  love  He  spent  on  thee.        c.  n.  i. 

116 


John  xvii. 

ATHER^  I  bring  this  worthless  child  to 

Thee, 
To  claim  Thy  pardon  once;  yet  once  again 
Receive  him  at  My  hands — for  he  is  Mine. 
He  is  a  worthless  child ;  he  owns  his  guilt. 
Look  not  on  him — he  cannot  bear  Thy  glance : 
Look  Thou  on  Me;  his  vileness  I  will  hide. 
He  pleads  not  for  himself — he  dares  not  plead : 
His  cause  is  Mine — /  am  his  Advocate, 
By  each  pure  drop  of  blood  I  lost  for  him, 
By  all  the  sorrows  graven  on  My  soul, 
By  every  wound  I  bear,  /  claim  it  due. 
Father  Divine!  I  cannot  have  him  lost; 
He  is  a  worthless  soul,  but  he  is  Mine, 
Sin  hath  destroyed  him;  sin  hath  died  in  Me: 
Death  hath  pursued  him ;  I  have  conquered 

Death: 
Satan  hath  bound  him ;  Satan  is  My  slave. 
My  Father  !  hear  him  now — not  him,  but  Me. 
I  would  not  have  him  lost  for  all  the  worlds 
Thou  for  Thy  glory  hast  ordained  and  made. 
Because  he  is  a  poor  and  contrite  child, 
And  all — his  every  hope — on  Me  reclines. 
I  know  My  children,  and  I  know  him  Mine : 

117 


THE  IXTERCESSCR. 


By  all  the  tears  he  weeps  upon  My  bosom, 
By  his  full  heart  that  beateth  against  Mine : 
I  know  him  by  his  sighings  and  his  prayers, 
By  his  deep  trusting  love  which  clings  to  Me. 
I  could  not  bear  to  see  him  cast  away, 
Weak  as  he  is,  the  weakest  of  My  flock — 
The  one  that  grieves  Me  most,  that  loves  Me 

least : 
/  measure  not  My  love  hy  Ms  returns  ; 
And  though  the  stripes  I  send  to  speed  him 

home 
Drive  him,  upon  the  instant,  from  My  breast, 
Still  he  is  Mine.     I  drew  him  from  the  world. 
He  has  no  right,  no  home  but  in  My  love. 
Though  earth  and  hell  against  his  soul  conspire, 
I  shield  him — keep  him — save  Mm — we  are  one. 


0  Sinner !  what  an  Advocate  hast  thou ! 
Methinks  I  see  Him  lead  the  culprit  in. 
Poor,  sorrowing,  shamed,  all  tremulous  with 

fear. 
Prostrate  behind  his  Lord,  weak,  self-con- 
demned. 
Clad  with  his  Saviour's  spotless  Righteousness, 
Himself  to  hide,  and  hear  the  Father's  words : 
My  Son!  Ms  cause  is  TMne,  and  TMne  is  Mine: 
Take  up  Thy  poor  lost  one — he  is  forgiven. 

118 


*  -^ 


Cbe  /ricntr  of  i'ncntJS.' 


'  PoFB  out  your  heart  before  Him :  God  is  a  refuge  f:r 
us/ — Psalm  Ixii.  8. 

'  And  the  Apostles  gathered  themselves  together  unto 
Jesus,  and  told  Him  all  things/ — Maek  vi.  30. 


F'esus.  my  Lhrd.  I  Ve  told  to  Thee 
Sorrows  too  deep  for  human  ears; 
But  as  I  laid  them  at  Thy  feet, 
Thy  love  did  stay  my  bitter  tears. 

Tes — Lord,  and  I  have  told  to  Thee 
Sins  which  I  dare  not  others  tell ; 

And  while  1  poured  them  forth  in  prayer, 
Thy  mercy  did  their  guilt  dispel. 

My  burdens,  heavy  to  be  borne. 

Thou,  loving  Lord,  didst  bear  for  me ; 

For  Thou  hast  carried  all  my  griefs ; 
My  sins'  dark  load  was  laid  on  Thee. 

Oh !  what  a  boon  to  have  a  Friend 
AVho  does  each  sin  and  sorrow  know ; 

Almighty  to  subdue  the  sin. 
And  pitying,  to  relieve  the  woe. 

A  Friend  whom  we  may  safely  trust 
TTith  every  secret  of  the  heart ; 

TTho,  when  our  wounds  to  Him  we  bring. 
Can  His  own  healing  balm  impart. 

Ah !  in  my  weary  days  of  woe, 

When  wave  of  trouble  roll'd  o'er  wave, 

11? 


THE  FRIEND  OF  FRIENDS  !' 


What  could  sustain  my  sinking  soul, 
But  that  He  ready  stood  to  save  ? 

What  ?  when  the  powers  of  darkness  seemed 
Let  loose  to  drive  me  to  despair ! 

Where  had  I  been  ?  but  that  I  then 
Could  tell  Thee  all  my  griefs  in  prayer. 

Where  had  I  been  ?  when  all  the  earth 
To  me  was  clothed  in  sable  hue ; 

When  ^friend  and  lover'  Thou  didst  take, 
And  hid  them  from  my  too  fond  view. 

Where  had  I  been  ?  had  not  Thy  grace 
Then  turned  my  aching  heart  above ! 

And  thence  revealed  Thyself  to  me, 
My  living  Friend — of  changeless  love ! 

Oh !  Friend  of  friends !  the  truest,  best, 
Whose  love  not  all  my  sins  can  move ; 

Through  varying  scenes,  unvarying  Thou, 
My  Kock,  my  Eefuge,  Thou  dost  prove. 

No  secret  would  I  keep  from  Thee — 
No  treasured  sin  from  Thee  conceal ! 

But  the  recesses  of  my  soul 

To  Thine  all-pitying  eyes  reveal. 

There's  not  a  sin  that  grieves  my  heart, 
But  Thou  hast  power  to  remove ; 

There's  not  a  wound  that  I  can  feel. 

But  has  a  balm  in  Thy  deep  love.     c.  n.  i. 

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2  Cor.  xii.  11. 


mi 


Y  Father,  can  I  learn  so  hard  a  task  ? 
Ton  must;  no  more,  my  child,  of 
you  I  ask, 
Than  He  hath  done — 
My  well-beloved  Son. 

Must  I  be  nothing?     Must  I  nothing  do? 
K'othing,  my  child:  Christ  hath  done  all 

for  you. 
Tou  cannot  buy. 
The  price  is  far  too  high, 
Freely  I  give ; — 
Only  ^Believe  and  Live/ 

Enough — give  Thou  the  humble  heart,  and 
I  consent; 

Oh,  make  me  nothing,  and  therewith  con- 
tent. 

My  gain  is  loss. 

My  trust  is  in  the  Cross : 

Hold  me — I'm  weak,  I  fall; 

Be  Thou  mine — All  in  All. 

121 


THOUGH  I  BE  NOTHING. 


Here  give  me,  Lord,  some  quiet  place, 

Where  I  can  work,  and  yet  behold  Thy  face : 

While  Thou  wouldst  have  me  stay, 

Keej)  my  feet  steadfast  in  Thy  way: 

They  must  not  tire 

Till  Thou  shalt  bid  me  ^Oome  up  higher.' 

I  will  be  nothing  still. 

That  Christ  alone  my  heaven  of  heavens  may 

fill. 
Yet  set  me.  Lord,  a  little  glowing  gem 
Upon  His  diadem; 
To  shed  my  tiny  ray 

Among  the  splendours  of  His  crowning  day; 
Though unperceived,  I  stillshouldliketo  shine, 
A  tribute  glory  on  that  brow  Divine. 

And  let  me  raise 

One  little  note  of  praise. 

Though  scarcely  heard  among  the  myriad  voices 

When  the  redeemed  Church  above  rejoices; 

That  it  may  blend 

With  angel  Hallelujahs  that  ascend, 

A  lowly  offering  to  my  Saviour — Friend. 

Lord,  I  am  nothing — Christ  in  all  must  shine ; 
Do  with  me  as  Thou  wilt,  for  I  am  Thine. 

E.  J.  A. 

122  . 


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0 


i^ 


ND  dost  thou  seem  forsaken, 
Poor  weary  one  of  woe  ? 
Are  all  thy  loved  ones  taken — 
Thy  fairest  hopes  below  ? 

Art  thou  a  lone  one  waging 

The  bitter  war  of  life, 
While  sore  temptations  raging, 

More  dreadful  make  the  strife? 

Oh !  hapless,  helpless,  lone  one, 
Just  turn  thine  eyes  above, 

To  One  who  won't  abandon — 
To  One  of  boundless  love. 

To  Him  who  watches  o'er  thee. 
While  passing  through  the  fire ; 

Who  bore  it  all  before  thee. 
And  see  thy  heart's  desire ; 


123 


THE  WEARY  ONE  COMFORTED, 


To  Him,  the  Lord  of  glory, 
Who  knows  thy  feeble  frame : 

However  sad  thy  story, 

Oh !  trust  thee  in  His  JSTame. 

The  eternal  God  won't  fail  thee, 

However  dark  the  storm ; 
Though  fearful  foes  assail  thee. 

Thy  strength  shall  be  His  Arm. 

Tell  Him  thy  soul's  deep  sorrow. 

Tell  Him  thy  griefs  alone ; 
Whatever  ills  may  harrow, 

Spread  all  before  His  throne. 

He'll  give  thee  strength,  thou  weak  one, 
And  take  thee  to  His  breast ; 

Will  be  thine  all,  thou  lone  one : 
He  gives  the  weary  rest. 

And  soon  life's  struggles  ending. 
Will  take  thee  to  His  home ; 

Then,  on  His  love  depending,  ^ 
'  Fear  not '  whate'er  may  come. 

c.  H.  I. 

124 


Ijat  mxmiM  §0?' 


*  Since  I  first  discovered  Jesus  to  be  *'  the  end  of  the  law  for 
righteousness  to  every  one  that  believeth,"  I  have  more  than 
once  met  with  a  poor  sinner  seeking  peace  at  the  foot  of  Sinai 
instead  of  Calvary  (and  coming  as  little  speed  as  I  did);  and  I 
have  heard  him  now  and  again,  in  bitter  disappointment  and 
fear,  groaning  out,  "  What  must  I  do?"  I  have  said  to  him, 
"  Do  !  do !  what  can  you  do  ?  what  do  you  need  to  do  f " 

OTHiNG,  either  great  or  small, 

Nothing,  sinner,  no; 
Jesus  did  it,  did  it  all, 
Long,  long  ago. 

When  He,  from  His  lofty  throne, 

Stooped  to  do  and  die, 
Everything  was  fully  done ; 

Hearken  to  His  cry— 

^  It  is  finished !'     Yes,  indeed, 

Finished  every  jot : 
Sinner,  this  is  all  you  need ; 

Tell  me,  ^s  it  not?' 

Weary,  working,  plodding  one, 

Why  toil  you  so  ? 
Cease  your  '  doing,' — all  was  done 

Long,  long  ago. 

Till  to  Jesus'  work  you  cling 

By  a  simple  faith, 
^  Doing'  is  a  deadly  thing. 


Doing'  ends  in  death. 


125 


WHAT  MUST  I  DO? 


Cast  your  deadly  ^  doing'  down, 

Down  at  Jesus'  feet ; 
Stand  in  Him,  in  Him  alone, 

Gloriously  complete ! 


I  'vE  tried  in  vain  a  thousand  ways 
My  fears  to  quell,  my  hopes  to  raise, 
But  what  I  need  the  Bible  says, 

Is  Jesus. 

My  soul  is  mght^  my  heart  is  steel, 

I  cannot  see,  I  cannot  feel. 

For  light,  for  heat,  I  must  appeal 

To  Jesus. 

He  died,  He  lives,  He  reigns.  He  pleads, 
There's  love  in  all  His  words  and  deeds. 
There's  all  a  guilty  sinner  needs 

In  Jesus. 

Though  some  should  sneer,  and   some 

should  blame, 
I'll  go  with  all  my  guilt  and  shame, 
I  '11  go  to  Hbi,  because  His  name 

Is  Jesus. 

J.  p. 


126 


>^ 


HERE  is  a  JSTame  I  love  to  hear, 
I  love  to  speak  its  worth ; 


It  sounds  like  niusic  in  mine  ear, 
The  sweetest  JS'ame  on  earth. 

It  tells  me  of  a  Saviour's  love 

Who  died  to  set  me  free ; 
It  tells  me  of  His  precious  Blood, 

The  sinner's  perfect  plea. 

It  tells  me  of  a  Father's  smile 

Beaming  upon  His  child ; 
It  cheers  me  through  this  ^  little  while/ 

Through  desert,  waste,  and  wild. 

It  tells  me  what  my  Father  hath 

In  store  for  every  day ; 
And  though  I  tread  a  darksome  path, 

Yields  sunshine  all  the  wav. 

127 


THE  NAME  OF  JESUS. 


It  tells  of  One  whose  loving  heart 

Can  feel  my  deepest  woe ; 
Who  in  my  sorrow  bears  a  part, 

That  none  can  bear  below. 

It  bids  my  trembling  soul  rejoice; 

It  dries  each  rising  tear ; 
It  tells  me,  in  a  '  still  small  voice/ — 

To  trust  and  never  fear. 

Jesus  !  the  Name  I  love  so  well, 

The  Name  I  love  to  hear ! 
No  saint  on  earth  its  worth  can  tell. 

No  heart  conceive  how  dear. 

This  Name  shall  shed  its  fragrance  still 

Along  this  thorny  road ; 
Shall  sweetly  smooth  the  rugged  hill 

That  leads  me  up  to  God. 

And  there,  with  all  the  blood-bought 
throng. 

From  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
111  sing  the  new  eternal  song 

Of  Jesus'  love  to  me.  f.  w. 

128 


^t  §0rbeir  f  attb. 


[These  lines  were  sent  by  a  lady  to  a  friend  who  wrote 
frequently  to  know  where  she  had  been  for  several  months, 
that  she  had  not  written  to  her.  She  had  been  to  the  gates 
of  the  grave,  in  a  long  and  severe  illness.] 


HAVE  been  to  a  land,  a  Border  Land, 
Where  there  was  but  a  strange,  dim 
light! 
Where  shadows  and  dreams,  in  a  spectral  band, 

Seem'd  real  to  the  aching  sight. 
I  scarce  bethought  me  how  thera  I  came, 

Or  if  thence  I  should  pass  again ; 
Its  morning  and  night  were  mark'd  by  the 
flight, 
Or  coming,  of  woe  and  pain. 

But  I  saw  from  this  land,  this  Border  Land, 

With  its  mountain  ridges  hoar. 
That  they  look'd  across  to  a  wondrous  strand — 

A  bright  and  unearthly  shore. 
Then  I  turn'd  me  to  Him,  ^  The  Crucified,' 

In  most  humble  faith  and  prayer. 
Who  had  ransom'd  with  Blood  my  sinful  soul. 


For  I  thought  He  would  call  me  there. 


129 


THE  BORDER  LAND. 


Tet  nay ;  for  awhile  in  the  Border  Land 

He  bade  me  in  patience  stay, 
And  gather  rich  fruits  with  a  trembling  hand, 

Whilst  He  chased  its  gloom  away : 
He  had  led  me  amid  those  shadows  dim, 

And  shown  that  bright  world  so  near, 
To  teach  me  that  earnest  trust  in  Him 

Is  '  the  one  thing  needful'  here. 

And  so  from  the  land,  the  Border  Land, 

I  have  turn'd  me  to  earth  once  more ! 
But  earth  and  its  works  were  such  trifles,  scann'd 

By  the  light  of  that  radiant  shore. 
And,  oh !  should  they  ever  possess  me  again 

Too  deeply,  in  heart  and  hand, 
I  must  thinly  how  empty  they  seem'd,  and  vain. 

From  the  heights  of  the  Border  Land. 

The  Border  Land  had  depths  and  vales, 

Where  sorrow  for  sin  was  known ; 
Where  small  seem'd  great,  as  weigh'd  in  scales 

Held  by  God's  hand  alone. 
'Twas  a  land  where  earthly  pride  was  nought. 

Where  the  poor  were  brought  to  mind, 
With  the  scanty  bed,  their  fireless  cot. 

And  their  bread  so  hard  to  find. 

But  little  I  heard  in  the  Border  Land 

Of  all  that  passed  below ; 
The  once  loud  voices  of  human  life 

To  the  deafened  ear  were  low. 

130 


THE  BORDER  LAND. 


I  was  deaf  to  the  clang  of  its  trumpet  call, 
And  alike  to  its  gibe  or  its  sneer ; 

Its  riches  were  dust,  and  the  loss  of  all 
Would  then  scarce  have  cost  a  tear. 

I  met  with  a  Friend  in  this  Border  Land, 

Whose  teachings  can  come  with  power 
To  the  blinded  eye  and  the  deafened  ear, 

In  affliction's  loneliest  hour. 
*  Times  of  refreshing '  to  the  soul, 

In  languor,  oft  He  brings, 
Prepares  it  then  to  meditate 

On  high  and  glorious  things. 

Oh !  Holy  Ghost  !  too  often  grieved 

In  health  and  earthly  haste, 
I  bless  those  slow  and  silent  hours 

Which  seem'd  to  run  to  waste. 
I  would  not  hut  have  pass'd  those  '  depths,' 

And  such  communion  known. 
As  can  be  held  in  the  Border  Land 

With  Thee,  and  Thee  alone. 

I  have  been  to  a  land,  a  Border  Land ! 

May  oblivion  never  roll 
O'er  the  mighty  lessons  which  there  and  then 

Have  been  graven  on  my  soul ! 
I  have  trodden  a  path  I  did  not  know. 

Safe  in  my  Saviour's  hand : 
I  can  trust  Him  for  all  the  future,  now 

I  have  been  to  the  Border  Land.       l.  n.  r. 

131 


^t  mmx^  ^m  Ittbit^tr. 


*  Come  unto  Me,  all  ye  that  labour  and  are  heavy  laden, 
and  I  will  give  you  rest/ — Matt.  xi.  28. 

OME,  thou  weary  sinner, 
Look  to  Me  and  live, 
Free  and  full  Salvation 
Now  is  Mine  to  give. 

Is  thy  sin  still  twining 

Chains  too  strong  for  thee? 

I  can  burst  the  strongest — 
Bring  them  all  to  Me. 

Do  anxious  thoughts  distress  thee — 
Cares  that  know  no  balm  ? 

I  can  hush  each  tempest 
Into  perfect  calm. 

Lean  thy  head,  thou  tired  one, 

Lean  it  on  My  breast, — 
There,  whatever  thy  burden, 

Thou  shalt  find  a  rest. 

Lo,  the  Ark  is  open ! 

Come,  thou  weary  dove, 
Rest  from  all  thy  wanderings 

In  My  heart  of  love. 

132 


THE  WEARY  ONE  INVITED. 


Is  thy  plumage  broken, 
Soiled  by  woe  and  sin? 

See  the  Fountain  opened^ 
Plunge  thou  freely  in ! 

White  as  snow  untrodden 
Then  thou  shalt  become ; 

'  Wings  of  silver '  bear  thee 
Upward  to  thy  Home. 

There,  in  calm  unbroken, 
Thou  shalt  rest  with  Me  ; 

Hush'd  to  glassy  stillness 
Life's  tempestuous  sea. 


Saviour,  I  am  willing! 

At  Thy  feet  I  bow; 
Body,  soul,  and  spirit, 

Take,  0  take  me  now! 

Let  Thy  love's  full  glory 

Shine  upon  my  heart ; 
Bind  me  closely  to  Thee, 

Never  to  depart. 

To  Thy  blessed  service 

Let  my  life  be  given ; 
Then — Thy  work  completed, 

Take  me  to  Thy  heaven.       e.  h.  h, 

133 


CIj^  Starhss  Crafoit. 


They  that  turn  many  to  righteousness  shall  shine  as  the 
stars  for  ever  and  ever/ — Daniel  xii.  3. 


rara^EARiED  and  worn  with  earthly  cares,  I 
tlijlj         yielded  to  repose, 

And  soon  before  my  raptured  sight  a 
glorious  vision  rose : 
I  thought,  whilst  slumbering  on  my  couch,  in 

midnight's  solemn  gloom, 
I  heard  an  angeFs  silvery  voice,  and  radiance 

fiU'd  my  room. 
A  gentle  touch  awakened  me, — a  gentle  whis- 
per said, 
^  Arise,  0  sleeper,  follow  me ;'  and  through  the 

air  we  fled. 
We  left  the  earth  so  far  away,  that  like  a  speck 

it  seem'd. 
And  heavenly  glory,  calm  and  pure,  across 

our  pathway  streamed. 
Still  on  we  went, — my  soul  was  rapt  in  silent 

ecstasy ; 
I  wonder'd  what  the  end  would  be,  what  next 

should  meet  mine  eye. 

134 


THE  STARLESS  CROWN. 


I  knew  not  how  we  journey'd  through  the 

pathless  fields  of  light, 
When  suddenly  a  change  was  wrought,  and  / 

was  clothed  in  White. 
We  stood  before  a  City's  walls,  most  glorious 

to  behold ; 
We  pass'd  through  gates  of  glistening  pearl, 

o'er  streets  of  purest  gold ; 
It  needed  not  the  sun  by  day,  the  silver  moon 

by  night; 
The  glory  of  the  Lord  was  there,  the  Lamb 

Himself  its  light. 
Bright  angels  paced  the  shining  streets,  sweet 

music  fiird  the  air. 
And  white-robed  saints  with  glittering  crowns, 

from  every  clime,  were  there ; 
And  some  that  I  had  loved  on  earth  stood 

with  them  round  the  throne, 
^  All  worthy  is  the  Lamb,'  they  sang,  ^the  glory 

His  alone.' 
But  fairer  far  than  all  beside,  I  saw  my  Savi- 
our's face ; 
And  as  I  gazed  He  smiled  on  me  with  won- 
drous love  and  grace. 
Lowly  I  bow'd  before  His  throne,  o'erjoyed 

that  I  at  last 

135 


THE  STARLESS  CROWN. 


Had   gained  the  object  of  my  liopcs — that 

earth  at  length  was  past. 
And  then,  in  solemn  tones,  He  said,  *  Where 

is  the  diadem 
That  ought  to  sparkle  on  thy  brow — adorn'd 

with  many  a  gem? 
I  know  thou  hast  believed  on  Me,  and  life 

through  Me  is  thine ; 
But  where  are  all  those  radiant  stars  that  in 

thy  crown  should  shine? 
Yonder  thou  seest  a  glorious  throng,  and  stars 

on  every  brow ; 
For  every  soul  they  led  to  Me  they  wear  a  jewel 

now  ! 
And  such  thy  bright  reward  had  been  if  such 

had  been  thy  deed, 
If  thou  hadst  sought  some  wand'ring  feet  in 

path  of  peace  to  lead. 
I  did  not  mean  that  thou  shouldst  tread  the 

way  of  life  alone, 
But  that  the  clear  and  shining  light  which 

round  thy  footsteps  shone, 
Should  guide  some  other  weary  feet  to  My 

bright  home  of  rest. 
And  thus,  in  blessing  those  around,  thou  hadst 

thyself  been  blest. ' 

136 


THE  STARLESS  CROWN. 


***** 

The  vision  faded  from  my  sight,  the  voice  no 

longer  spake, 
A  spell  seem'd  brooding  o'er  my  soul  which 

long  I  fear'd  to  break, 
And  when  at  last  I  gazed  around  in  morning's 

glimmering  light, 
My  spirit  fell  overwhelmed  beneath  that  vision's 

awful  might. 
I  rose,  and  w^ept  with  chasten'd  joy  that  yet 

I  dwelt  below. 
That  yet  another  hour  was  mine  my  faith  by 

works  to  show ; 
That  yet  some  sinner  I  might  tell  of  Jesus' 

dying  love, 
And  help  to  lead  some  weary  soul  to  seek  a 

home  above. 
And  now,  while  on  the  earth  I  stay,  my  motto 

this  shall  be, 
'  To  live  no  longer  to  myself,  but  Him  who 

died  for  me!' 
And  graven  on  my  inmost  soul  this  word  of 

truth  divine, 
^They  that  turn  many  to  the  Lord,  bright  as  the 

stag's  shall  shine.' 

137 


Cl^e  iprag^r  d  t\it  §jenaktr. 


AviouR,  whose  crown'd  humanity 
Still  stoops  to  wipe  the  tearful  eye, 
Unto  whose  ear  the  voiceless  sigh 
Pleads  not  in  vain. 
Thou  who  the  broken  heart  hath  heal'd, 
Look  on  the  woe  to  Thee  reveal'd, 
The  burning  fount  of  tears  unseal'd, 

This  bitter  pain. 

If  blindly  on  a  mortal  head, 
With  lavish  hand,  I  fondly  shed 
Gifts  on  Thy  shrine  more  fitly  laid, 

Saviour,  forgive! 
With  earthly  love  compelled  to  part, 
Stricken  by  Sorrow's  keenest  dart. 
Have  mercy  on  this  wounded  heart, 

And  healing  give. 

If  mortal  accents  all  too  dear. 
With  their  deep  music  filled  my  ear. 
So  that  Thy  voice  I  failed  to  hear, 

0  Christ,  forgive! 
Turn  not  this  human  heart  to  stone. 
But  once  again,  with  magic  tone, 
Thrill  through  its  chambers  dark  and  lone, 

Bidding  it  live. 

If  I  have  made  a  mortal  eye 

The  star  of  my  idolatry. 

In  whose  dear  light  I  hoped  to  die. 

Or  longed  to  live — 


138 


THE  PRAYER  OF  THE  BEREAVED, 


If  one  lov'd  image  ever  seen 
Thy  gloiy  and  my  soul  between, 
Forbade  my  trust  on  Thee  to  lean — 

Jesus,  forgive! 

For  Thou  for  man  didst  bend  the  knee, 
Anguished,  in  dark  Gethsemane, 
ISTor  scorn'd,  in  Thine  extremity, 

A  servant's  aid ; 
And  on  our  dreariest  wastes  below 
Thy  human  footprints  left,  to  show 
That  every  storm  of  mortal  woe 

Broke  o'er  Thy  head. 

Touched  with  our  infirmity, 
Eich  in  all  human  sympathy, 
Brother  of  our  humanity, 

Oh,  Royal  Priest! 
This  heart  I  on  Thine  altar  lay, 
A  bleeding  sacrifice  to-day, 
And  from  its  quiv'ring  depths,  I  pray. 

Be  Thou  my  rest. 

Sustain  the  trembling  soul  that  dies. 
Raise  to  Thyself  these  dreaming  eyes. 
And  to  its  home  within  the  skies 

Call  back  my  love. 
Anchor  my  hope  within  the  vail. 
That  when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail, 
I  may  with  joy  Thy  summons  hail 

To  Heaven  above. 

I.  L.  BIRD. 

139 


ENEATH  the  Cross  of  Jesus 
I  lay  me  down  to  weep, 
And  ponder  o'er  the  matchless  grace 
Displayed  on  Calvary's  steep. 

(Isa.  liii.  5,  6.) 

Beneath  the  Cross  of  Jesus 

I  lay  me  down  to  pray; 
Nor  look  in  vain  for  blessing 

In  God's  appointed  way. 

(Eph.  i.  3.) 

Beneath  the  Cross  of  Jesus 

I  lay  me  down  to  hear 
The  welcome  sound,  ^  'Tis  finished/ 

So  sweet  to  sinner's  ear. 

(John  xix.  30.) 

Beneath  the  Cross  of  Jesus 

I  lay  me  down  to  rest ; 
Here  foolish  doubts  and  anxious  fears 

Are  banish'd  from  my  breast. 

(Matt.  xi.  28-30;  John  xiv.  1.) 
140 


THE  BEST  POSITION. 


Beneath  the  Cross  of  Jesus 

I  lay  me  down  to  love ; 
His  blood  the  bond  of  union 

'Twixt  saints  below — above. 

(1  John  iv.  19 ;  John  xv.  9.) 

Beneath  the  Cross  of  Jesus 

I  lay  me  down  to  feast, 
On  Him,  my  bleeding  Sacrifice, 

My  Altar,  and  my  Priest. 

(John  vl  53-57.) 

Beneath  the  Cross  of  Jesus 

I  lay  me  down  to  sing, 
^  The  grave  has  lost  its  victory, 

And  death  its  venom'd  sting. 

(1  Cor.  XV.  55-57.) 

Beneath  the  Cross  of  Jesus 

I'd  lay  me  down  to  die ; 
Till  in  the  chariot  of  His  love 

He  bears  me  up  on  high. 

(John  xiv.  3;  John  xvii.  24.) 

Then  seize  my  harp  of  gold, 
And  tune  it  loud  and  long : 

The  Cross  of  Jesus  crucified. 
My  everlasting  song. 

(Rev.  V.  9, 10 ;  Rev.  xiv.  3,  4.) 

141 


%hxiit  kxi^  Pe. 


*  Jesus  answered  and  said  unto  him,  If  any  man  love 
Me,  he  will  keep  My  words:  and  My  Father  will  love  him, 
and  We  will  come  unto  him,  and  make  Our  abode  with 
him.' — John  xiv.  23. 


BIDE  with  me !  fast  falls  the  even-tide : 
The  darkness  deepens ;  Lord,  with  me 
abide ! 

When  other  helpers  fail,  and  comforts  flee, 
Help  of  the  helpless,  0  abide  with  me ! 

Swift  to  its  close  ebbs  out  life's  little  day ; 
Earth's  joys  grow  dim,  its  glories  pass  away; 
Change  and  decay  in  all  around  I  see : 
0  Thou,  who  changest  not,  abide  with  me ! 

Not  a  brief  glance  I  beg,  a  passing  word. 
But,  as  Thou  dwell'st  with  Thy  disciples,  Lord, 
Familiar,  condescending,  patient,  free ; 
Come  not  to  sojourn,  but  abide,  with  me! 

Come  not  in  terrors,  as  the  King  of  kings. 
But  in  Thy  grace,  with  healing  in  Thy  wings ; 
Tears  for  all  woes,  a  heart  for  every  plea: 
Come,  Friend  of  sinners,  thus  abide  with  me ! 

142 


ABIDE  WITH  ME. 


Thou  on  my  head  in  early  youth  didst  smile, 
And,  tho'  rebellious  and  perverse  meanwhile, 
Thou  hast  not  left  me,  oft  as  I  left  Thee : 
On  to  the  close,  0  Lord,  abide  with  me ! 

I  need  Thy  Presence  every  passing  hour — 
What  but  Thy  grace  can  foil  the  Tempter's 

power  ? 
Who  like  Thyself  my  guide  and  stay  can  be  ? 
Through  cloud  and  sunshine,  0  abide  with  me ! 

I  fear  no  foe,  with  Thee  at  hand  to  bless ; 
Ills  have  no  weight,  and  tears  no  bitterness ; 
Where  is  death's  sting?  where,  grave,  thy  vic- 
tory? 
I  triumph  still,  if  Thou  abide  with  me ! 

Reveal  Thyself  before  my  closing  eyes ; 
Shine  through  the  gloom,  and  point  me  to  the 
skies :  [shadows  flee : 

Heaven's  morning  breaks,  and  earth's  vain 
In  life,  in  death,  0  Lord,  abide  with  me ! 

And  when  my  soul,  released  from  earth,  shall 
soar  [more — 

To  realms  of  bliss,  v/here  I  shall  weep  no 
0  w^ondrous  thought!  0  glorious  ecstasy! 
For  ever.  Lord,  I  shall  abide  with  Thee  !    lyte. 

143 


'fo0k  mixta  ItL* 

Isaiah  xlv.  22. 


'  The  God  of  Salvation,  and  the  God  of  Providence : 
therefore,  as  the  God  of  Providence,  look  to  Him  to  supply 
every  want  of  "  the  life  that  now  is;''  as  the  God  of  Sal- 
vation, look  to  Him  to  save  for  eternity/ 


ooK  unto  Me,  and  be  ye  saved 
From  all  your  depths  of  siu; 
From  every  crimson  stain  without, 
And  strongest  power  within. 

Look  unto  Me,  and  be  ye  saved 
From  all  your  earthly  care ; 

Alike  I  grasp  eternity, 
And  number  every  hair. 

Look  unto  Me,  for  I  am  God — 
To  Me  belongs  all  power. 

At  once  to  give  eternal  life. 
And  guide  each  passing  hour. 

144 


LOOK  UNTO  ME!' 


Look  unto  Me,  and  be  ye  saved 
From  every  doubt  and  fear ; 

Tour  warfare  is  accomplished, 
Your  path  to  glory  clear. 

Look  unto  Me — 'tis  no  great  deed, 

A  humble  look  to  cast; 
This  is  enough — the  power  that  saves 

Is  Mine,  from  first  to  last. 

Look  unto  Me,  while  life  endures, 
I  give  each  fleeting  breath ; 

Look  unto  Me,  when  death  is  nigh, 
I  hold  the  keys  of  death. 

Look  unto  Me,  for  I  am  God  ; 

Whatever  to  Me  is  given. 
Whatever  committed  to  My  care. 

Is  safe,  for  earth  or  heaven. 

E.  n.  H. 


145 


i^atee  anb  Jfaxtl^* 


JKi:  E  wept — ^'twas  Nature  wept — but  Faith 

^3^  Can  pierce  beyond  the  gloom  of  death. 

And  in  yon  world^  so  fair  and  bright, 

Behold  thee  in  refulgent  light ! 

We  miss  thee  here,  yet  Faith  would  rather 

Know  thou  art  with  thy  Heavenly  Father. 
Nature  sees  the  body  dead — 
Faith  beholds  the  spirit  fled ; 

Nature  stops  at  Jordan's  tide — 

Faith  beholds  the  other  side ; 

That,  but  hears  farewell,  and  sighs — 

This,  thy  welcome  in  the  skies ; 

Nature  mourns  a  cruel  blow — 

Faith  assures  it  is  not  so ; 

Nature  never  sees  thee  more — 

Faith  but  sees  thee  gone  before ; 

Nature  tells  a  dismal  story — 

Faith  has  visions  full  of  glory ; 

Nature  views  the  change  with  sadness — 

Faith  contemplates  it  with  gladness ; 

146 


NATURE  AND  FAITH. 


Nature  murmurs — Faith  gives  meekness, 
^  Strength  is  perfected  in  weakness;' 
Nature  writhes^  and  hates  the  rod — 
Faith  looks  up,  and  blesses  God  ; 
Sense  looks  downwards — Faith  above ; 
That  sees  harshness — this  sees  love. 
Oh !  let  Faith  victorious  be — 
Let  it  reign  triumphantly ! 
But  thou  art  gone !  not  lost,  but  flown ; 
Shall  I  then  ask  thee  back,  my  own? 
Back — and  leave  thy  spirit's  brightness  ? 
Back — and  leave  thy  robes  of  whiteness? 
Back — and  leave  the  Lamb  who  feeds  thee  ? 
Back — from  founts  to  which  He  leads  thee  ? 
Back — and  leave  thy  Heavenly  Father  ? 
Back — to  earth  and  sin  ? — Nay,  rather 
Would  I  live  in  solitude ! 
I  would  not  ask  thee,  if  I  could; 
But  patient  wait  the  high  decree 
That  calls  my  spirit  home  to  thee ! 


147 


John  xii.  21. 


HJe  would  see  Jesus' — all  is  gloom  around 


M\         us,  [gone  by ; 

Dark  shadows  falling  from  the  years 
The  sins  of  other  days,  like  phantoms  rising, 
Lifting  their  hands  for  judgment  to  the  sky. 
Where  shall  we  hide  us  from  these  pale  ac- 
cusers ? 
How  shall  we  answer  to  the  judgment  call? 
0  for  one  sight  of  Him^  our  own  Redeemer, 
Bearing  our  guilt,  paying  our  ransom — all ! 

^  We  would  see  Jesus' — we  are  worn  and  weary 
Beneath  the  heat  and  burden  of  the  day ; 
Each  with  his  load  of  care,  or  toil,  or  sorrow. 
Ready  to  faint  and  falter  by  the  way. 
Yet  in  the  very  path  which  we  are  treading 
On  earth,  0  Lord,  we  know  Thyself  hast  gone; 
0  to  behold  Thee  there^  our  Friend  and  Brother! 
Guiding  and  guarding,  as  we  journey  on. 

'We  would  see  Jesus' — dearest  ties  are  break- 
ing, 
Lovely  and  loving  ones  have  left  our  side ; 

148 


'  WE  WOULD  SEE  JESUS. 


Is  there  one  bond  which  death  will  not  dis- 
sever, [divide  ? 
One  Friend  from  whom  the  grave  will  not 
There  is !  there  is !  the  Lord  of  Life  remaineth 
The  same  to-day  as  He  hath  been  of  yore ; 
And  Faith,  the  everlasting  Friend  beholding, 
Can  part  from  all  beside,  and  weep  no  more. 

^TTe  would  see  Jesus' — ^nearer  and  still  nearer 
Come  the  dark  valley  and  the  lonely  tomb ; 
Whoshall  uphold  us  on  that  unknown  journey? 
What  star  of  hope  shall  light  us  through  the 

gloom  ? 
0  Christ,  forsake  us  not !  Thou  dost  remember 
Thy  mortal  anguish  on  Thy  heavenly  throne ; 
Eeveal  Thyself,  when  earth  is  disappearing — 
Come  in  the  hour  of  need,  and  save  Thine  own. 

'We  would  see  Jesus' — 0  that  blissful  vision 
Is  all  we  ask  to  bid  our  fears  depart ! 
So  shall  we  hasten  on,  in  shade  and  sunshine. 
With  step  unwearied  and  unshrinking  heart. 
Abide  with  us,  good  Lord! — the  evening  closes; 
JSTo  longer  leave  us,  till  the  shadows  flee. 
Till  the  bright  morning  dawn,  when  Thou 

shalt  call  us 
For  ever,  where  Thou  art,  to  dwell  with  Thee. 

149 


I  am  t^t  Sl^tpl^ftb  ijxnt 

(FOUND  IN  THE  POCKET  OF  A  PRIEST.) 

WAS  wandering  and  weary 

When  the  Saviour  came  unto  me, 
For  the  paths  of  sin  were  dreary, 
And  the  world  had  ceased  to  woo  me ; 
And  I  thought  I  heard  Him  say, 
As  He  came  along  His  way — 

^  Wandering  souls,  0  do  come  near  Me ; 
My  sheep  should  never  fear  Me, 
I  am  the  Shepherd  true.' 

At  first  I  would  not  hearken. 

But  put  off  till  the  morrow ; 
But  life  began  to  darken. 

And  I  was  sick  with  sorrow; 
And  I  thought  I  heard  Him  say, 
As  He  came  along  His  way — 

^Wandering  souls,  0  do  come  near  Me; 

My  sheep  should  never  fear  Me, 
I  am  the  Shepherd  true/ 

At  last  I  stopped  to  listen 

(His  voice  could  ne'er  deceive  me), 
I  saw  His  kind  eye  glisten, 

So  anxious  to  relieve  me ; 

150 


I  AM  THE  SHEPHERD  TRUE. 


And  I  was  sure  I  heard  Him  say, 
As  He  came  along  His  way — 

'  Wandering  souls,  0  do  come  near  Me ; 

My  sheep  should  never  fear  Me, 
I  am  the  Shepherd  true/ 

He  took  me  on  His  shoulder, 

And  tenderly  He  kissed  me ; 
He  bade  my  love  grow  bolder ; 

And  said  how  He  had  missed  me ; 
And  I  was  sure  I  heard  Him  say, 
As  He  went  along  His  way — 

^  Wandering  souls,  0  do  come  near  Me ; 

My  sheep  should  never  fear  Me, 
I  am  the  Shepherd  true/ 

I  thought  His  love  would  weaken 

As  more  and  more  He  knew  me ; 
But  it  burneth  like  a  beacon, 

And  its  light  and  heat  go  through  me ; 
And  I  ever  hear  Him  say, 
As  He  goes  along  His  way — 

^  Wandering  souls,  0  do  come  near  Me ; 

My  sheep  should  never  fear  Me, 
I  am  the  Shepherd  true/ 


151 


I  WILL  bless  the  Lord  at  all  times/ — Psalm  xxxiv.  1. 

WILL  bless  Thee — for  seasons  of  gladness, 
When  Thou  madest  my  cup  to  run 
o'er; 

I  will  bless  Thee — for  dark  days  of  sadness ; 
For  these,  Lord,  I  bless  Thee  still  more. 

The  seasons  of  gladness — they  taught  me 
How  ready  my  heart  was  to  stray : 

The  dark  days  of  sadness — they  brought  me 
To  Thee,  as  my  one  only  stay. 

I  bless  Thee — for  friends  Thou  didst  give  me, 
Whose  kindness  oft  soften'd  my  care : 

I  thought  that  they  never  would  leave  me 
All  lonely  and  desolate  here. 

My  frail  gourds,  they  quickly  did  wither, 
Andlsunk'neath  the  scorching  wind's  blast, 

When  Thy  pitiful  voice  said,  ^  Come  hither ; 
My  wings  over  thee  I  will  cast.' 

I  bless  Thee — for  these  times  of  trial. 

Which  taught  me  my  rest  was  not  here ; 
And  that  Thou,  in  Thy  heavenly  vial. 

Hast  promised  to  treasure  each  tear 

152 


I  WILL  BLESS  THEE. 


I  have  blessed  Thee — when  this  heart  was 
aching 
With  wounds  which  Thou  only  didst  know : 
[  have  blessed  Thee — when  all  seemed  for- 
saking 
The  weary  one^  steep'd  in  her  woe. 

I  bless  Thee^  my  Lord,  for  the  hours 
Of  lonely  communion  with  Thee ; 

For  the  world,  with  all  its  bright  flowers, 
Never  brought  so  much  sweetness  to  me. 

T  bless  Thee,  my  Lord,  for  Thy  dealings — 
The  darkest — now  brightest  to  me ; 

For  they  wean'd  me  from  earth,  and  its  feel- 
ings, 
And  they  taught  me  my  peace  is  in  Thee. 

And  now,  for  the  bright  hope  of  glory, 
I  will  bless  Thee,  0  Lord,  day  by  day ; 

But  should  I  be  left  till  I'm  hoary, 
I  know  Thou  wilt  still  be  my  stay. 

And  when  to  Thy  home  Thou  hast  brought  me. 

How  I'll  bless  Thee  for  all  Thy  great  love ; 

How  ITl  praise  Thee,  my  Saviour,  who  bought 

me, 
And  still  keeps  me  by  grace  from  above ! 

c.  H.  I. 
153 


i;0l]^ht0  ^diattm 


oTHiNG  between,  Lord,  nothing  be- 
tween, 
Let  me  Thy  glory  see, 
Draw  my  soul  close  to  Thee, 
Then  speak  in  love  to  me, 

Nothing  between. 


Nothing  between.  Lord,  nothing  between. 
Let  not  earth's  din  and  noise 
Stifle  Thy  still  small  voice ; 
In  it  let  me  rejoice, 

Nothing  between. 

Nothing  between.  Lord,  nothing  between, 
Nothing  of  earthly  care. 
Nothing  of  tear  or  prayer, 
No  robe  that  self  may  wear, 

Nothing  between. 

Nothing  between.  Lord,  nothing  between, 
Unbelief  disappear. 
Vanish  each  doubt  and  fear. 
Fading  when  Thou  art  near. 

Nothing  between. 

154 


NOTHING  BETWEEN. 


K'othing  between,  Lord,  nothing  between, 
Shine  with  unclouded  ray, 
Chasing  each  mist  away. 
O'er  my  whole  heart  bear  sway, 

JSTothing  between. 

Nothing  between.  Lord,  nothing  between. 
Thus  may  I  walk  Avith  Thee, 
Thee  only  may  I  see. 
Thine  only  let  me  be, 

Nothing  between. 

Nothing  between.  Lord,  nothing  between, 
Till  Thine  eternal  light, 
Rising  on  earth's  dark  night, 
Bursts  on  my  open  sight. 

Nothing  between. 

Nothing  between.  Lord,  nothing  between, 
Till,  the  last  conflict  o'er, 
I  stand  on  Canaan's  shore 
With  Thee  for  evermore, 

Nothing  between. 

E.  H.  H. 


155 


*  Cljat  g0tk  is  €\mi: 

Y  hope  is  built  on  nothing  less 
Than  Jesus'  Blood  and  Righteous- 
ness; 

I  dare  not  trust  the  sweetest  frame, 
But  wholly  lean  on  Jesus'  Name. 

On  Christ,  the  solid  Rock,  I  stand, 
All  other  ground  is  sinking  sand. 

When  darkness  veils  His  lovely  face, 
I  rest  on  His  unchanging  grace ; 
In  every  high  and  stormy  gale. 
My  anchor  holds  within  the  vail. 

On  Christ,  the  solid  Rock,  I  stand, 
All  other  ground  is  sinking  sand. 

His  Oath,  His  Covenant,  and  Blood, 
Support  me  in  the  sinking  flood ; 
When  every  earthly  prop  gives  way. 
He  then  is  all  my  hope  and  stay. 

On  Christ,  the  solid  Rock,  I  stand, 
All  other  ground  is  sinking  sand. 

When  I  shall  launch  to  worlds  unseen, 
0  may  I  then  be  found  in  Him, 
Drest  in  His  Righteousness  alone. 
Faultless  to  stand  before  the  Throne ! 
On  Christ,  the  solid  Rock,  I  stand. 
All  other  ground  is  sinking  sand. 

REES. 

15G 


Cflittiitgl 


*  What  I  say  "anto  you  I  say  unto  all,  Watch/ — Mark 
xiii.  37. 

'  At  even,  or  at  midnight,  or  at  the  cock-crowing,  or 
in  the  morning/ 


T  may  be  in  the  evening, 

When  the  work  of  the  day  is 
done, 
And  you  have  time  to  sit  in  the  twilight 

And  watch  the  sinking  sun, 
While  the  long  bright  day  dies  slowly 

Over  the  sea, 
And  the  hour  grows  quiet  and  holy 

With  thoughts  of  Me, 
While  you  hear  the  village  children 

Passing  along  the  street. 
Among  those  thronging  footsteps 

May  come  the  sound  of  My  feet  : 
Therefore  I  tell  you.  Watch ! 

By  the  light  of  the  evening  star, 
When  the  room  is  growing  dusky 

As  the  clouds  afar ; 
Let  the  door  be  on  the  latch 

In  your  home. 
For  it  may  be  through  the  gloaming 
I  will  come. 

157 


COMING ! 


^  It  may  be  when  the  midnight 

Is  heavy  upon  the  land, 
And  the  black  waves  lying  dumbly 

Along  the  sand ; 
When  the  moonless  night  draws  close, 
And  the  lights  are  out  in  the  house ; 
"When  the  fires  burn  low  and  red, 
And  the  watch  is  ticking  loudly 

Beside  the  bed : 
Though  you  sleep,  tired  out,  on  your 

couch, 
Still  your  heart  must  wake  and  watch 

In  the  dark  room. 
For  it  may  be  at  midnight 

I  will  come. 

^  It  may  be  at  the  cock-crow, 
When  the  night  is  dying  slowly 

In  the  sky. 
And  the  sea  looks  calm  and  holy, 
Waiting  for  the  dawn  of  the  golden  sun 

Which  draweth  nigh; 
When  the  mists  are  on  the  valleys,  shading 

The  rivers  chill, 
And  My  morning  star  is  fading,  fading 

Over  the  hill : 
Behold,  I  say  unto  you.  Watch ! 

158 


COMING! 


Let  the  door  be  on  the  latch 

In  your  home ; 
In  the  chill  before  the  dawning, 
Between  the  night  and  morning 

I  may  come. 

'  It  may  be  in  the  morning, 
When  the  sun  is  bright  and  strong, 
And  the  dew  is  glittering  sharply 

Over  the  little  lawn ; 
When  the  waves  are  laughing  loudly 

Along  the  shore, 
And  the  little  birds  are  singing  sweetly 

About  the  door. 
With  the  long  day's  work  before  you, 

Ton  rise  up  with  the  sun. 
And  the  neighbours  come  in  to  talk  a 

Of  all  that  must  be  done ;       [little 
But  remember  that  I  may  be  the  next 

To  come  in  at  the  door, 
To  call  you  from  your  busy  work 

For  evermore : 
As  you  work  your  heart  must  watch. 
For  the  door  is  on  the  latch 

In  your  room. 
And  it  may  be  in  the  morning 

I  will  come/ 

159 


COMING! 


So  He  passed  down  my  cottage  garden, 

By  the  path  that  leads  to  the  sea, 
Till  He  came  to  the  turn  of  the  little  road, 

Where  the  birch  and  laburnum  tree 
Lean  over  and  arch  the  way : 
There  I  saw  Him  a  moment  stay, 

And  turn  once  more  to  me, 

As  I  wept  at  the  cottage  door 
And  lift  up  His  hands  in  blessing — 

Then  I  saw  His  face  no  more. 
And  I  stood  still  in  the  door-way. 

Leaning  against  the  wall, 
Not  heeding  the  fair  white  roses, 

Though  I  crushed  them,  and  let  them  fall, 
Only  looking  down  the  pathway. 

And  looking  towards  the  sea. 
And  wondering,  and  wondering. 

When  He  would  come  back  for  me. 
Till  I  was  aware  of  an  Angel, 

Who  was  going  swiftly  by. 
With  the  gladness  of  one  who  goeth 

In  the  light  of  God  Most  High. 
He  passed  the  end  of  the  cottage 

Towards  the  garden  gate, 
(I  suppose  he  was  come  down. 
At  the  setting  of  the  sun. 
To  comfort  some  one  in  the  village 

Whose  dwelling  was  desolate,) 
And  he  passed  before  the  door 
Beside  my  place, 

IGO 


COMING  ! 


And  the  likeness  of  a  smile 

Was  on  his  face : — 
'  Weep  not/  he  said^  '  for  unto  you  is  given 

To  watch  for  the  coming  of  His  feet, 
Who  is  the  Glory  of  our  blessed  Heaven ; 
The  work  and  watching  will  be  very  sweet 
Even  in  an  earthly  home, 
And  in  such  an  hour  as  you  think  not 
He  will  come/ 

So  I  am  watching  quietly 

Every  day : 
Whenever  the  sun  shines  brightly 

I  rise  and  say, — 
Surely  it  is  the  shining  of  His  face ! 
And  look  unto  the  gates  of  His  high  place, 

Beyond  the  sea, 
For  I  know  He  is  coming  shortly 

To  summon  me. 
And  when  a  shadow  falls  across  the  window 

Of  my  room. 
Where  I  am  working  my  appointed  task, 
I  lift  my  head  to  watch  the  door  and  ask 

If  He  is  come ; 
And  the  Angel  answers  sweetly, 

In  my  home, — 
^  Only  a  few  more  shadows. 

And  He  will  come/  b.  m. 

161 

M 


**  Let  me  die  the  death  of  the  righteous,  and  let  my  last 
end  be  like  his  !' 

Ig'^Y  day  is  dippin'  in  the  West,  'tis  gloamin' 

8«-^i  I  hear  the  sough  o'  Jordan's  wave,  that 

I  maun  travel  through ; 
Yet  'tisna  Jordan's  wave  I  fear,  nor  tremble 

at  the  strife, 
But,  oh  !  this  sunderin'  o'  hearts,  this  leavin' 

weans  an'  wife. 

What  though  we  ken  o'  better  things,  a  fairer 
world  abune,  [follow  sune; 

Where  lost  frien's  are  awaiting  us,  an'  a'  maun 

This  rendin'  o'  the  siller  strings,  that  tether 
heart  to  heart — 

Oh !  it  tries  puir  human  nature  sair,  an'  mak's 
us  laith  to  pairt. 

Gae  rax  me  bye  the  Bible,  wife,  while  yet  I'm 

fit  to  see, 
Ere  death  creep  o'er  my  cauldrife  back,  an' 

flap  my  failin'  e'e ; 
An'  let  us  sing  a  pairtin'  sang  before  we  sun- 

der'd  be,  [to  dree. 

For  ye  canna  ha'e  me  lang  noo,  I  ha'ena  lang 

There,  pit  the  pillow  to  my  back,  an'  ease  me 

up  awee,  [faither  dee; 

An'  bring  them  a'  to  my  bedside  to  see  their 

162 


THE  DYING  CHRISTIAN  FATHER. 


Noo,  raise  the  Bible  up  a  thocht,  it's  ower 

laigh  on  my  knee; 
An'  shift  the  licht  a  kennin  back,  it's  ower 

strong  for  my  e'e. — 

He  waled,  he   sang  the   pairtin'  sang — his 

voice  was  firm  an'  clear — 
An'  read  the  fourteenth  o'  St  John,  nor  did 

he  shed  a  tear : 
Sae  is  it  wi'  the  man  o'  God,  when  life's  day's 

wark  is  dune, 
Nae  future  fears  disturb  his  mind,  nae  ruefu' 

looks  behin'. — 

0 !  but  it  gaes  me  great  relief,  the  singin'  o' 

that  sang; 
My  clay  is  crumbling  fast  awa,  my  spirit  noo 

grows  Strang : 
My  wife,  my  weans,  we  a'  maun  pairt,  sae 

dinna  sab  sae  sair. 
But  dicht  the  tears  frae  aff  your  face,  an'  let 

us  join  in  prayer. 

An'  let  us  join  in  prayer  to  Him  that's  wantin' 

me  awa. 
That  He  may  be  a  faithfu'  Frien'  an'  Faither 

to  ye  a'. — 
He  turned  his  giaizin'  e'e  to  heaven,  and  raised 

his  wither'd  hand : 
Noo,  safely  through  cauld  Jordan's  wave,  he 

reach'd  the  better  land. 


Deut.  xxxiii.  27. 

iLGRiMs  on  the  road  to  glory, 
Pressing  to  the  heavenly  prize, 
'Mid  the  ills  that  now  annoy  you, 

'Mid  the  dangers  that  arise ; 
When  your  way  is  dark  and  dreary, 

Rugged,  fiird  with  rude  alarms. 
When  perplex'd,  exhausted,  weary. 
Trust  the  ^Everlasting  Arms,' 

When  the  waves  of  trouble  heighten. 

When  the  billows  fiercely  foam. 
All  you  see  conspires  to  frighten. 

Friends  and  helpers  fail  to  come ; 
When  of  human  aid  despairing, 

And  no  voice  the  tempest  calms. 
Think  of  this,  that  underneath  you 

Are  the  'Everlasting  Arms.' 

1G4 


THE  EVERLASTING  ARMS.' 


When  corroding  cares  oppress  yon, 

When  the  tempter's  darts  assail, 
When  your  inbred  foes  distress  you, 

When  they  threaten  to  prevail ; 
When  you  dread  the  thought  of  yielding, 

When  you  feel  to  die  is  gain, 
When  your  hope  seems  just  expiring, 

^  Everlasting  Arms'  sustain. 

And  when  all  below  is  closing, 

When  you  touch  the  chilling  flood, 
When  you  feel  the  waters  rising. 

You  shall  find  the  promise  good. 
Timid  Christians,  venture  on  it, 

Bid  farewell  to  all  alarms; 
'Tis  enough  that  underneath  you 

Are  the  ^  Everlasting  Arms.' 


165 


% 


g  %m  €mntxtL 

AM  far  frae  my  hame,  and  I'm  weary 

oftenwhiles 
For  the  langed-for  hame-bringing,  an' 
my  Father's  welcome  smiles ; 
I  '11  ne'er  be  fu'  content,  until  my  een  do  see 
The   gowden   gates    o'  heaven,  an'  my  ain 
countree. 

The  earth  is  fleck'd  wi'  flow'rs,  mony  tinted, 

fresh,  and  gay, 
The  birdies  warble  blithely,  for  my  Father 

made  them  sae ; 
But  these  sichts  an'  these  soun's  will  as  nae- 

thing  be  to  me. 
When  I  hear  the  angels  singing  in  my  ain 

countree. 

I've  His  gude  word  of  promise,  that  some  glad- 
some day  the  King 

To  His  ain  royal  Palace  His  banished  hame 
will  bring ;  [see 

Wi'  een  an'  wi'  hearts  running  owre  we  shall 

'  The  King  in  His  beauty,' an'  our  ain  countree. 

My  sins  hae  been  mony,  an'  my  sorrows  hae 

been  sair,  [ber'd  mair : 

But  there  they'll  never  vex  me,  nor  be  remem- 

166  


MY  AIN  COUNTREE. 


His  Bluid  hath  made  me  white,  ZT/^hand  shall 

dry  mine  e'e, 
When  He  brings  me  hame  at  last  to  my  ain 

countree. 

Like  a  bairn  to  its  mither,  a  wee  birdie  to  its 
nest,  [breast ; 

I  wad  fain  be  ganging  noo  unto  my  Saviour's 

For  He  gathers  in  His  bosom  witless,  worth- 
less lambs,  like  me, 

An'  carries  them  Himself  to  His  ain  countree. 

He's  faithfu'  that  hath  promised,  Hell  surely 

come  again. 
He'll  keep  His  tryst  wi'  me,  at  what  hour  I 

dinna  ken ; 
But  He  bids  me  still  to  watch,  an'  ready  aye 

to  be 
To  gang  at  ony  moment  to  my  ain  countree. 

So  I'm  watching  aye  an'  singing  o'  my  Hame 

as  I  wait. 
For  the  soun'ing  o'  His  footfa'  this  side  the 

gowden  gate : 
God  gie  His  grace  to  ilka  ane  wha  listens  noo 

to  me. 
That  we  may  a'  gang  in  gladness  to  our  ain 

countree. 

167 


^^t  €umdltii  ^onb* 


E  gave  me  back  the  bond, — 
It  was  a  heavy  debt, — 
And  as  He  gave,  He  smiled,  and  said, 
^  Thou  wilt  not  Me  forget  J 

He  gave  me  back  the  bond, — 
The  seal  was  torn  away, — 

And  as  He  gave.  He  smiled,  and  said, 
^  Think  thou  of  Me  alway! 

That  bond  I  still  will  keep. 

Although  it  canceird  be ; 
It  tells  me  what  I  owe  to  Him 

Who  paid  the  debt  for  me. 

I  look  on  it  and  smile, 

I  look  again  and  weep ; 
This  record  of  His  Love  to  me 

For  ever  will  I  keep. 

A  bond  it  is  no  more. 

But  it  shall  ever  tell. 
That  all  I  owed  was  fully  paid 

By  my  Emmanuel. 

168 


%  ^amdl^mQ  ia  |.Il 


r« 


[SJe  a'  hae  a  something,  be't  great  or  be't 


mil         sma',  [to  a'; 

^^^^^^^"-^  To  rich  and  to  puir,  there's  a  something 
Ter  gear  may  be  rife,  or  yer  gear  may  be 
scant,  [could  want. 

Yell  aye  hae  a  something  yell  think  ye 

It's  whiles  a  bit  thing,  mair  bother  than  grief, 
Like  a  jag  f  the  thoom,  or  a  seed  i'  the  teeth : 
And  whiles  it's  a  something  o'  sorrow  and 
care,  [hair. 

That  wearies  the  speerit,  and  whitens  the 

But  tho'  ye  be  weary — tho'  sair  and  unseen 
The  saut  silent  tears  fa'  like  peas  frae  yer 

e'en, —  [swerve ; 

Be  still,  and  frae  virtue  and  faith  dinna 
Yer  something  has  some  hidden  purpose  to 

serve. 

Then  bear  wi'  yer  something,  whatever  it  be, 
Wi'  the  courage  that  Heaven's  aye  waiting 

to  gie ;  [men — 

And  think  o'  His  words  to  the  children  o' 
*  What  ye  dinna  ken  here,  ye  hereafter  shall 

ken.'  w. 

169 


Isaiah  xlii.  16. 


ORTH  into  the  darkness  passing, 

Nothing  can  I  hear  or  see, 
Save  the  Hand  outstretched  to  guide 
me, 
And  the  Voice  that  calls  to  me : 
^I  will  bring  the  blind  by  pathways 

That  they  know  not,  nor  have  known' — 
'Tis  a  way  untried,  untrodden. 
But  I  shall  not  walk  alone. 

He  who  leads  me  knows  the  pathway ; 

Every  step  Himself  has  plann'd, 
Sees  the  end  from  the  beginning — 

Let  me  only  feel  His  Hand, 
I  will  walk  into  the  darkness. 

Shrink  not,  but  with  patience  wait: 
'  Darkness  shall  be  light  before  them, 

And  the  crooked  shall  be  straight.' 

Yet  I  tremble  !  lest  there  meet  me 

Sorrows,  foes,  I  ne'er  have  known, 
When,  to  God  my  hands  outstretching, 

I  may  find  myself  Alone  ! — 
Listen — '  I  will  not  forsake  them!' 

Then  I  need  no  evil  fear: 
E'en  though  shades  of  death  should  gather, 

All  is  well,  if  Thou  art  near. 

170  


DIVINE  GUIDANCE. 


Guidance,  Light,  and  Presence  promised, 

Lord,  Thou  couldst  not  give  me  more ! 
Thus  the  mystic  fiery  pillar 

Mov'd  the  chosen  tribes  before ; 
Redden'd  far  the  sandy  desert 

Through  the  silence  of  the  night — 
Symbol  of  a  Guard  unsleeping, — 

Turning  darkness  into  light. 

Lead  the  way,  then,  where  Thou  pleasest, 

Only  keep  me  close  to  Thee, 
Craving  not  to  see  the  distant. 

Well  content  that  Thou  dost  see. 
Have  I  not  my  all  committed 

To  Thy  keeping  long  ago  ? 
Knowing  Him  whom  I  have  trusted, 

More  I  do  not  need  to  know. 

Teach  me  still  Thy  priceless  lesson, 

'  Walk  by  faith  and  not  by  sight ^ — 
Give  a  childlike  heart,  to  trust  Thee, 

Waiting  for  the  perfect  light. 
Every  step  in  all  the  journey 

Shall  reveal  Thy  care  and  love, 
When  with  open'd  eyes  I  trace  it 

From  the  radiant  heights  above. 

H.  A.  B. 


171 


*  Christ  in  you  the  hope  of  glory.' — Col.  i.  27. 

*  Which  hope  we  have  as  an  anchor  of  the  soul,  both 
sure  and  stedfast,  and  which  entereth  into  that  within 
the  veil.' — Heb.  vi.  19. 

|iDST  changing  scenes,  and  changing 
friends, 
There  is  one  blessed  hope, 
Which  cheers  the  weary  on  their  way, 
And  lifts  the  fainting  up. 

Christ  is  that  hope — the  sinner's  stay, 

Where  I  for  refuge  flee : 
This  all  my  claim,  this  all  my  boast. 

That  He  has  died  for  me. 

Dark  storms  may  come,  rough  winds  may 
blow. 

My  anchor  will  not  move ; 
Temptation's  waves  may  foam  around, 

I'm  safe,  kept  by  His  love. 

While  Jesus  lives,  and  Jesus  loves. 

Surrounded  by  His  arm, 
Wot  all  the  powers  of  earth  or  hell 

Can  do  His  feeblest  harm. 

While  there  I  cling,  His  truth,  His  power, 
Shall  be  my  strength  and  shield; 

However  great  the  conflict  be, 
He  will  not  let  me  yield. 

172 


THE  CHRISTIAN'S  HOPE, 


My  anchor's  now  within  the  vail, 

For  me,  He  lives  above; 
And  He  has  bound  my  life  to  His 

With  strongest  chains  of  love. 

Shall,  then,  the  world  have  charms  for  me, 
Which  honours  not  my  Lord  ? 

Or  shall  I  to  its  ways  conform, 
Forbidden  by  His  word? 

No,  gracious  Lord  ;  on  things  unseen — 

The  glorious  Home  above ! 
The  resting-place  for  weary  hearts. 

Whence  they  shall  ne'er  remove ; 

There,  by  Thy  Spirit's  mighty  power, 

Be  my  affections  stayed ; 
And  may  there  be  on  all  I  do 

A  heavenly  impress  made. 

My  business  here,  0  let  it  be 

To  glorify  Thy  name ; 
And  try  to  win  whoe'er  I  can, 

That  they  may  do  the  same. 

Jesus,  my  Anchor,  Eefuge,  Hope, 

My  Saviour  and  my  King; 
Through  all  life's  dark  and  stormy  waves. 

To  Thee,  to  Thee,  I  cling.  c.  n.  i. 


^^t  "gxhU 


[The  following  stanzas  were  composed  by  a  convert 
from  Popery,  under  the  care  of  the  Priests'  Protection 
Society,  Dublin.  He  wrote  them  in  affliction,  over  the 
source  from  which  he  derived  all  his  consolation — the 
Book  of  Books.] 


iSBjRHAT  book  is  that,  whose  page  divine 


^rJII  Bears  God's  impress  on  every  line, 
And  in  man's  soul  makes  light  to  shine  ? 

The  Bible. 

When  sin  and  sorrow,  want  and  woe, 
Assail  poor  mortals  here  below, 
What  book  can  them  true  comfort  show  ? 

The  Bible. 

What  paints  the  beautiful  and  true. 
And  mirrors  at  a  single  view 
The  paths  which  here  we  should  pursue? 

The  Bible. 

What  is  the  brightest  gift  the  Lord, 

In  His  great  mercy,  did  award 

To  man,  to  be  his  shield  and  guard? 

The  Bible. 

174 


THE  BIBLE. 


What  teaches  love,  and  truth,  and  peace, 
And  bids  goodwill  'mong  men  increase. 
And  bids  strife,  war,  and  murder  cease? 

The  Bible. 

What  elevates  and  purifies 
The  souls  of  men,  until  they  rise 
Like  brilliant  stars  set  in  the  skies? 

The  Bible. 

Oh !  what  can  make  this  world  of  woe 
With  peace,  and  truth,  and  virtue  glow, 
Till  man  no  sin  or  sorrow  know  ? 

The  Bible. 

What  could  our  Emerald  Isle  restore 
To  that  proud  title  which  she  bore. 
Before  popes'  legates  touched  her  shore  ? 

The  Bible. 

What  could  the  greatest  blessing  be 
To  banish  Erin's  ills,  and  free 
Her  sons  from  crime  and  misery  ? 

The  Bible. 

175 


THE  BIBLE. 


What  gave  to  England  her  great  name, 
And  o'er  the  earth  spread  Scotland's  fame, 
While  Ireland  naught  but  tears  can  claim  ? 

The  Bible. 

When  error  fled  before  its  foes, 
And  Luther,  like  the  morning,  rose, 
With  what  did  he  Eome's  crimes  expose  ? 

The  Bible. 

What  is  it  now  that  baffles  Rome, 
Where  error  long  has  found  a  home. 
In  many  a  pagan  pile  and  dome  ? 

The  Bible. 

What  gives  to  man  the  power  and  will, 
God's  high  behests  to  do — fulfil. 
And  points  the  way  to  Zion's  hill? 

The  Bible. 

When  death  comes  knocking  at  the  door 
And  man's  short  life  on  earth  is  o'er, 
What  tells  of  bliss  for  evermore  ? 

The  Bible. 

17G 


^l^i  €^mQtii  Cross. 

T  was  a  time  of  sadness,  and  my  heart, 
Although  it  knew  and  loved  the  better 
part, 

Felt  wearied  with  the  conflict  and  the  strife. 
And  all  the  needful  discipline  of  life. 

And  while  I  thought  on  these,  as  given  to  me 
My  trial  tests  of  faith  and  love  to  be. 
It  seemed  as  if  I  never  could  be  sure 
That  faithful  to  the  end  I  should  endure. 

And  thus,  no  longer  trusting  to  his  might 
Who  says,  'We  walk  by  faith  and  not  by  sight,' 
Doubting — and  almost  yielding  to  despair, — 
The  thought  arose,  My  cross  I  cannot  hear! 

Far  heavier  its  weight  must  surely  be, 
Than  those  of  others  which  I  daily  see ; 
Oh,  if  I  might  another  burden  choose, 
Methinks  I  should  not  fear  my  crown  to  lose. 

A  solemn  silence  reigned  on  all  around, 
E'en  J^ature's  voices  uttered  not  a  sound; 
The  evening  shadows  seemed  of  peace  to  tell, 
And  sleep  upon  my  weary  spirit  fell. 

177 


THE  CHANGED  CROSS. 


A  moment's  pause^  and  then  a  heavenly  light 
Beamed  full  upon  my  wondering,  rap  tur'd  sight; 
Angels  on  silvery  wings  seemed  every  where, 
And  angels'  music  thrill'd  the  balmy  air. 

Then  One,  more  fair  than  all  the  rest  to  see, 
One,  to  whom  all  the  others  bowed  the  knee, 
Came  gently  to  me,  as  I  trembling  lay. 
And,  'Follow  Me,'  He  said,  'I  am  the  Way.' 

Then,  speaking  thus,  He  led  me  far  above, 
And  there,  beneath  a  canopy  of  love. 
Crosses  of  divers  shape  and  size  were  seen, 
Larger  and  smaller  than  mine  own  had  been. 

And  one  there  was,  most  beauteous  to  behold, 
A  little  one,  with  jewels  set  in  gold — 
Ah !  this,  methought,  I  can  with  comfort  wear, 
For  it  will  be  an  easy  one  to  bear. 

And  so  the  little  cross  I  quickly  took. 
But  all  at  once  my  frame  beneath  it  shook ; 
The  sparkling  jewels,  fair  were  they  to  see, 
But  far  too  heavy  was  their  weight  for  me. 

This  may  not  be,  I  cried ;  and  looked  again 
To  see  if  any  there  could  ease  my  pain, 
But,  one  by  one,  I  passed  them  slowly  by, 
Till  on  a  lovely  one  I  cast  my  eye. 

178 


THE  CHANGED  CROSS. 


Fair  flowers  around  its  sculptur'd  form  en- 
twined, 

And  grace  and  beauty  seem'd  in  it  combined ; 

TVondering,  I  gazed,  and  still  I  wondered 
more, 

To  think  so  many  should  have  pass'd  it  o'er. 

But,  oh !  that  form  so  beautiful  to  see, 
Soon   made  its  hidden   sorrows    known  to 
me ; —  [fair — 

Thorns  lay  beneath  those  flowers  and  colours 
Sorrowing,  I  said,  This  cross  I  may  not  bear. 

And  so  it  was  with  each  and  all  around, 
Xot  one  to  suit  my  need  could  there  be  found ; 
Weeping,  I  laid  each  heavy  burden  down. 
As"  my  Guide   gently  said,    'Xo   cross — no 
crown.' 

At  length  to  Him  I  raised  my  sadden'd  heart; 
He  knew  its  sorrows,  bid  its  doubts  depart, — 
^Be  not  afraid,'  He  said,  ^but  trust  in  Me, 
'My  perfect  love  shall  now  be  shown  to  thee.' 

And  then,  with  lighten'd  eyes  and  willing  feet. 
Again  I  turned  my  earthly  cross  to  meet ; 
With  forward  footsteps  turning  not  aside. 
For  fear  some  hidden  evil  might  betide. 

1.70 


THE  CHANGED  CROSS, 


And  there,  in  the  prepared  appointed  way, 
Listening  to  hear,  and  ready  to  obey, 
A  cross  I  quickly  found  of  plainest  form, 
With  only  words  of  love  inscribed  thereon. 

With  thankfulness  I  raised  it  from  the  rest, 
And  joyfully  acknowledged  it  the  best; 
The  only  one  of  all  the  many  there. 
That  I  could  feel  was  good  for  me  to  bear. 

And  while  I  thus  my  chosen  one  confess'd, 
I  saw  a  heavenly  brightness  on  it  rest, 
And  as  I  bent,  my  burden  to  sustain, 
I  recognised  my  own  old  cross  again ! 

But,  oh !  how  different  did  it  seem  to  be. 
Now  I  had  learned  its  preciousness  to  see ; 
No  longer  could  I  unbelieving  say — 
Perhaps  another  is  a  better  way. 

Ah !  no ;  henceforth  my  one  desire  shall  be. 
That  He  who  knows  me  best  should  choose 

for  me ; 
And  so,  whatever  His  love  sees  good  to  send, 
ril  trust  it's  best — because  He  knows  the 

end. 

L.  p.  w. 

180 


Sabbat]^  ^^^mn  for  a  Sith-§oom. 


HousANDS,  0  Lord  of  hosts !  to-day 

Around  Thine  altar  meet ; 
And  tens  of  thousands  throng  to  pay 
Their  homage  at  Thy  feet. 

They  see  Thy  power  and  glory  there, 

Where  I  have  seen  them  too ; 
They  read,  they  hear,  they  join  in  prayer, 

As  I  was  wont  to  do. 

They  sing  Thy  deeds,  as  I  have  sung, 

In  sweet  and  solemn  lays : 
Were  I  among  them,  my  glad  tongue 

Might  learn  new  themes  of  praise. 

For  Thou  art  in  their  midst  to  teach, 
When  on  Thy  name  they  call ; 

And  Thou  hast  blessings.  Lord,  for  each — 
Hast  blessings.  Lord,  for  all. 

I,  of  such  privilege  bereft, 

In  spirit  turn  to  Thee ; 
Oh !  hast  Thou  not  a  blessing  left — 

A  blessing.  Lord,  for  me  ? 

181 


SABBATH  HYMN  FOR  A  SICK-ROOM, 


The  dew  lies  thick  on  all  the  ground, 
Shall  my  poor  fleece  be  dry  ? 

The  manna  rains  from  heaven  around, 
Shall  I  of  hunger  die  ? 

Behold  Thy  prisoner !  loose  my  bands, 

If  'tis  Thy  gracious  will ; 
If  not,  contented  in  Thine  hands, 

Behold  Thy  pris'ner  still. 

I  may  not  to  Thy  courts  repair, 

Tet  here  Thou  surely  art; 
Then  consecrate  a  house  of  prayer 

In  my  surrendered  heart. 

To  Faith  reveal  the  things  unseen. 

To  Hope  the  joys  unfold; 
Let  Love,  without  a  veil  between. 

Thy  glory  now  behold. 

Lord  Jesus,  help  me  now  to  flee, 
And  seek  my  hope  alone  in  Thee ; 

Apply  Thy  Blood,  Thy  Spirit  give, 
Subdue  my  sin,  and  let  me  live. 

Lord  !  make  Thy  face  on  me  to  shine. 
That  doubt  and  fear  may  cease ; 

Lift  up  Thy  countenance  benign 
On  me,  and  give  me  peace. 

182 


Cl^e  gkssfiy  geatr. 


*  Blessed  are  the  dead  which  die  in  the  Lord/ — Key. 
xiv.  13. 

'  I  would  not  have  you  to  be  ignorant  concerning  them 
which  are  asleep,  that  ye  sorrow  not,  even  as  others  which 
have  no  hope.  For  if  we  believe  that  Jesus  died  and  rose 
again,  even  so  them  also  which  sleep  in  Jesus  will  God 
bring  with  Him.' — 1  Thess.  iv.  13,  14. 

^^^H !  weep  not  for  the  blessed  dead, 
^^^     Their  days  of  grief  are  o'er; 
Their  sicknesses,  their  pangs  of  heart, 
Are  felt  by  them  no  more. 

Oh !  weep  not  for  the  blessed  dead, 

Their  sins  are  all  forgiven ; 
Through   Him  who  wash'd  them   in 
His  blood, 

And  made  them  meet  for  Heaven. 

Oh !  weep  not  for  the  blessed  dead, 

No  tears  their  eyes  bedim ; 
They  see  His  face,  who,  by  His  grace, 

Had  turned  their  hearts  to  Him. 

183 


THE  BLESSED  DEAD. 


Oh !  weep  not  for  the  blessed  dead, 

They  are  but  gone  before ; 
Their  schooling  days  of  pain  are  past, 

And  ours  will  soon  be  o'er. 

Oh !  weep  not  for  the  blessed  dead, 
Safe  in  their  Father's  Home ; 

They've  gained  the  victory  over  death, 
And  triumph'd  o'er  the  tomb. 

Oh !  weep  not  for  the  blessed  dead, 

Their  struggles  all  are  o'er ; 
They  live  with  Him,  who  gave  them  life, 

And  they  shall  die  no  more ! 

Oh !  weep  not  for  the  blessed  dead. 

As  hopeless  mourners  may ; 
For  soon  His  sleeping  ones  He  '11  bring. 

And  take  His  saints  away. 

Oh !  weep  not  for  the  blessed  dead. 

We  are  but  strangers  here ; 
And  though  so  weary  oft  with  woe, 

Our  Home  we  're  drawing  near. 

184 


THE  BLESSED  DEAD. 


Oh !  weep  not  for  the  blessed  dead, 

They  have  eternal  rest ; 
Where  no  harsh  sounds  are  ever  heard, 

Nor  earthly  cares  molest. 

Oh !  weep  not  for  the  blessed  dead, 

Nor  wish  them  here  again : 
What !  bring  them  back  to  earth  and  sin, 

To  feel  its  grief  and  pain ! 

Oh !  weep  not  for  the  blessed  dead. 
They  would  not  change  with  thee. 

Nor  have  their  spirits  bound  again, 
Now  happy,  pure,  and  free. 

Oh !  weep  not  for  the  blessed  dead, 

But  try  to  catch  their  strain. 
While  on  their  golden  harps  they  sing 

His  love,  for  sinners  slain. 

Oh !  weep  not  for  the  blessed  dead, 

Yonder  in  robes  of  white ! 
Made  perfect  through  the  Lamb  of  God, 

They  shine  in  glorious  light.  c.  h.  i. 

185 


^at  C^ink  ge  d  Christ? 

Matt.  xxii.  42. 


M 


HAT  think  you  of  Christ  ?  is  the  test 
To  try  both  your  state  and  your 
scheme ; 
You  cannot  be  right  in  the  rest, 

Unless  you  think  rightly  of  Him. 
As  Jesus  appears  in  your  view, 

As  He  is  beloved  or  not ; 
So  God  is  disposed  to  you, 

And  mercy  or  wrath  are  your  lot. 

Some  take  Him  a  creature  to  be, 

A  man,  or  an  angel  at  most ; 
Sure  these  have  not  feelings  like  me, 

Nor  know  themselves  wretched  and  lost. 
So  guilty,  so  helpless,  am  I, 

I  durst  not  confide  in  His  blood, 
Nor  on  His  protection  rely. 

Unless  1  were  sure  He  is  God. 

Some  call  Him  a  Saviour  in  word, 

But  mix  their  own  works  with  His  plan ; 

And  hope  He  His  help  will  afford. 

When  they  have  done  all  that  they  can. 

186 


WHAT  THIXK  YE  OF  CHRIST? 


If  doings  prove  rather  too  light 
(A  little^  they  own^  they  may  rail), 

They  purpose  to  make  up  full  weight, 
By  easting  His  JNTame  in  the  scale. 

Some  style  Him  the  Pearl  of  great  price, 

And  say,  He's  the  Fountain  of  joys, 
Yet  feed  upon  folly  and  vice. 

And  cleave  to  the  world  and  its  toys. 
Like  Judas,  the  Saviour  they  kiss, 

And  while  they  salute  Him,  betray; 
Ah !  what  will  profession  like  this 

Avail  in  His  terrible  day  ? 

If  ask'd  what  of  Jesus  I  think  ? 

Though  still  my  best  thoughts  are  but 
poor, 
I  say.  He's  my  Meat  and  my  Drink, 

My  Life,  and  my  Strength,  and  my  Store 
My  Shepherd,  my  Husband,  my  Friend, 

My  Saviour  from  sin  and  from  thrall ; 
My  Hope  from  beginning  to  end. 

My  Portion,  my  Lord,  and  my  All. 

NEWTON. 


18: 


'|f  pu  f 0k  Mt,  f mn  fartr; 


[Miss  Fiske,  who  has  laboured  so  long  and  success- 
fully amongst  the  Persian  women,  says,  that  as  she  was 
one  Sunday  sitting,  faint  and  weary,  on  a  mat  on  the 
ground,  during  Divine  service,  and  was  longing  for  rest, 
a  woman  came  and  placed  herself  behind  her,  so  as  to 
support  her ;  and  on  Miss  Fiske's  declining  to  lean  upon 
her,  she  drew  her  back,  and  said,  *  If  you  love  me,  lean 
hard/  Then  came  the  Master's  voice,  repeating,  *  If  you 
love  Me,  lean  hard.'  Thus  body  and  soul  found  support 
and  refreshment.] 


loFTLY  and  gently  these  words  were 
breathed 
To  the  loved  one  thus  first  address'd, 
As  she  sat  on  the  ground  in  a  far-off  land, 
Whilst  her  weary  worn  frame  craved  rest. 

The  Persian  offers  her  firm,  strong  form, 

As  a  living  prop  and  stay, 
But  the  pressure  so  light  shows  that  she 
who  leans, 

Fears  lest  she  too  heavily  weigh. 

Love  wants  the  whole  burden  upon  herself 
cast. 
And  deems  it  a  deep  joy  to  bear; 

188 


*  IF  YOU  LOVE  ME,  LEAN  HARD.' 


'  If  indeed,  then,  you  love  me,  lean  hard,  oh ! 
lean  hard,' 
Is  her  tender  importunate  prayer. 

And  the  Holy  Comforter  echoed  the  words, 
In  the  depths  of  the  fainting  one's  soul ; 

And  she  felt  that  her  Saviour's  love  required 
All  her  care  she  should  on  Him  roll. 

And  thus  while  the  body  support  and  stay 
Found  by  leaning  in  trustful  love. 

The  soul,  in  its  weakness,  was  learning  to  rest 
On  the  unseen,  but  strong  Friend  above. 

My  Saviour,  these  words  bring  a  lesson  from 
Thee; 
For,  alas !  I  as  yet  but  half  trust ; 
I   know  not  what  'tis  to  take  hold  of  Thy 
strength . 
Thus  often  fall  prone  in  the  dust. 

Yet  He  who  has  borne  the  dread  load  of  my 
sins. 
Will  surely  my  weaknesses  bear ; 
He  who  takes  up  the  isles  as  a  very  small 
thing. 
Cannot  sink  'neath  the  load  of  my  care. 

189 


*IF  YOU  LOYE  ME,  LEAN  HARD.' 


He  has  carried  my  sorrows,  and  borne  all 
my  griefs, 
And  still  is  almighty  to  save ; 
That  my  weakness  should  rest  on  His  infinite 
strength, 
Surely  well  from  His  child  He  may  crave. 

He  bids  me  to  lean  my  soul  wholly  on  Him, 
For  without  Him  I  tremble  and  fall ; 

And  with   deep   thankful  joy,  I  obey  and 
respond 
To  His  loving,  compassionate  call. 

In  quiet  repose,  like  a  babe  on  the  breast. 
Would  I  rest,  gracious  Saviour,  on  Thee : 

I  am  weakness  itself,  but  Thou,  Thou  art  my 
strength, — 
Thy  arms  everlasting  clasp  me. 

Oh!  teach  me  at  all  times  on  Thee  to  lean 
hard. 
And  show  thus  how  truly  I  love; 
Keep  me  close  to  Thyself,   ever  bound   to 
Thy  side, 
Till  I  lean  on  Thy  bosom  above. 

F.  E.  w. 


190 


#ltr  C^sfammt  SoBpl 


i 


SRAEL^  in  ancient  days, 
JS'ot  only  had  a  view 
Of  Sinai  in  a  blaze, 

But  learn'd  the  Gospel  too : 
The  types  and  figures  were  a  glass 
In  which  they  saw  a  Saviour's  face. 

The  paschal  sacrifice 

And  blood-besprinkled  door,* 
Seen  with  enlightened  eyes, 

And  once  applied  with  power, 
Would  teach  the  need  of  other  blood 
To  reconcile  an  angry  Jjtod. 

The  Lamb,  the  Dove,  set  forth 

His  perfect  innocence,! 
Whose  blood,  of  matchless  worth. 

Should  be  the  soul's  defence ; 
For  He  who  can  for  sin  atone 
Must  have  no  failings  of  His  own. 


*  Exod.  xii.  13.  f  Lev.  xii.  6. 


191 


OLD  TESTAMENT  GOSPEL. 


The  Scape-Goat,  on  his  head,* 
The  people's  trespass  bore, 
And  to  the  desert  led, 

"Was  to  be  seen  no  more : 
In  him  our  Surety  seem'd  to  say, 
^  Behold !  I  bear  your  sins  away/ 

Dipt  in  his  fellow's  blood, 
The  living  bird  went  free ;  f 

The  type,  well  understood. 
Expressed  the  sinner's  plea : 

Described  a  guilty  soul  enlarged, 

And  by  a  Saviour's  death  discharged. 

Jesus,  I  love  to  trace. 

Throughout  the  sacred  page, 

The  footsteps  of  Thy  grace, 
The  same  in  every  age ! 

0  grant  that  I  may  faithful  be 

To  clearer  light  vouchsafed  to  me ! 

cowper. 

♦  Lev.  XTi.  21.  t  Lev.  xiv.  51-63. 


192 


|^00knxg  at  the  Cross, 


feT[^  N  evil  long  I  took  delight, 

Unawed  by  shame  or  fear, 


.^ 


Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sight, 
And  stopp'd  my  wild  career. 

I  saw  One  hanging  on  a  tree, 

In  agonies  and  blood, 
Who  fix'd  His  languid  eyes  on  me. 

As  near  His  cross  I  stood. 

Sure  never  till  my  latest  breath 

Can  I  forget  that  look ; 
It  seem'd  to  charge  me  with  His  death, 

Though  not  a  word  He  spoke. 

My  conscience  felt  and  own'd  the  guilt, 
And  plunged  me  in  despair ; 

I  saw  my  sins  His  blood  had  spilt, 
And  help'd  to  nail  Him  there. 

193 


LOOKING  AT  THE  CROSS. 


Alas !  I  knew  not  what  I  did ; 

But  now  my  tears  are  vain : 
Where  shall  my  trembling  soul  be  hid, 

For  I  the  Lord  have  slain  ? 

A  second  look  He  gave,  which  said, 

^  I  freely  all  forgive ; 
This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid — 

I  die,  that  thou  mayst  live/ 

Thus,  while  His  death  my  sin  displays 

In  all  its  blackest  hue, 
(Such  is  the  mystery  of  grace,) 

It  seals  my  pardon  too ! 

With  pleasing  grief  and  mournful  joy 

My  spirit  now  is  fiU'd, 
That  I  should  such  a  Life  destroy, 

Yetliveby  Himlkiird! 

NEWTON. 


194 


Pofaj  il^t  ICorb  Sustams. 

'  Cast  thy  burden  upon  the  Lord,  and  He  shall  sustain  thee. 


|]hristiax,  when  thy  way  seems  darkest, 

AYhen  thine  eyes  with  tears  are  dim, 

Straight  to  God,  thy  Father,  hast ning, 


Tell  thy  troubles  all  to  Him. 
Kot  to  human  ear  confiding 

Thy  sad  tale  of  grief  and  care ; 
But  before  thy  Father  kneeling, 
Pour  out  all  thy  sorrows  there. 

Sympathy  of  friends  may  cheer  thee, 

When  the  fierce  wild  storm  has  burst ; 
But  God  only  can  console  thee, 

When  it  breaks  upon  thee  first; 
Go  with  words,  or  tears,  or  silence, 

Only  lay  thee  at  His  feet. 
Thou  shalt  prove  how  great  His  pity. 

And  His  tenderness  how  sweet. 

Think,  too,  thy  Divine  Redeemer 

Knew,  as  thou  canst  never  know, 
All  the  deepest  depths  of  sufi'ering, 

All  the  weight  of  human  woe. 
And  though  now  in  glory  seated, 

He  can  hear  thy  feeblest  cry. 
Even  hear  the  stifled  sighing 

Of  thy  dumb  heart's  agony. 

11)5 


HOW  THE  LORD  SUSTAINS. 


All  thy  griefs  by  Him  are  ordered, 

Needful  is  each  one  for  thee ; 
Every  tear  by  Him  is  counted^ 

One  too  much  there  cannot  be ; 
And  if,  whilst  they  fall  so  thickly, 

Thou  canst  own  His  way  is  right, 
Then  each  bitter  tear  of  anguish 

Precious  is  in  Jesus'  sight. 

Far  too  well  thy  Saviour  loves  thee, 

To  allow  thy  life  to  be 
One  lone,  calm,  unbroken  summer, 

One  unruflfted,  stormless  sea. 
He  would  have  thee  fondly  nestling 

Closer  to  His  loving  breast ; 
He  w^ould  have  that  world  seem  brighter 

Where  alone  is  perfect  rest. 

Though  His  wise  and  loving  purpose 

Clearly  yet  thou  mayst  not  see. 
Still  believe,  with  faith  unshaken, 

All  will  work  for  good  to  thee.    . 
Therefore,  when  thy  way  is  gloomy. 

And  thine  eyes  with  tears  are  dim. 
Straight  to  God,  thy  Father,  hast'ning, 

TeU  thy  sorrows  all  to  Him. 

C.  FENN, 


196 


Porning  fju^n. 


WAKE,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 
Thy  daily  stage  of  duty  run ; 
Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  joyful  rise 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacritice. 

Thy  precious  time  misspent,  redeem ; 
Each  present  day  thy  last  esteem ; 
Improve  thy  talent  with  due  care — 
For  the  Great  Day  thyself  prepare. 

Let  all  thy  converse  be  sincere, 

Thy  conscience  as  the  noon-day  clear; 

For  God's  all-seeing  eye  surveys 

Thy  secret  thoughts,  and  works,  and  ways. 

Wake,  and  lift  up  thyself,  my  heart, 
And  with  the  angels  bear  thy  part, 
Who,  day  and  night,  unwearied  sing 
High  praise  to  the  Eternal  King. 

Lord,  I  my  vows  to  Thee  renew; 
Scatter  my  sins  as  morning  dew ; 
Guard  my  first  springs  of  thought  and  will, 
And  with  Thyself  my  spirit  fill. 

Direct,  control,  suggest  this  day, 

All  I  design,  or  do,  or  say; 

That  all  my  powers,  with  all  their  might, 

In  Thy  sole  glory  may  unite.  bp.  ken. 

197 


(^kiting  "^J^mm 


LORY  to  Thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light; 
Keep  me,  0  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 
Under  Thy  own  almighty  wings. 

Forgive  me.  Lord,  for  Thy  dear  Son, 
The  ill  that  I  this  day  have  done. 
That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  Thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

Teach  me  to  live — that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed ; 
Teach  me  to  die — that  so  I  may 
Kise  glorious  at  the  awful  day. 

0  may  my  soul  on  Thee  repose. 
And  balmy  sleep  mine  eyelids  close — 
Sleep  that  my  frame  shall  vigorous  make. 
To  serve  my  God  when  I  awake. 

If  in  the  night  I  sleepless  lie, 
My  soul  with  heavenly  thoughts  supply ; 
Let  no  ill  dreams  disturb  my  rest, 
No  powers  of  darkness  me  molest. 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow ; 
Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below ; 
Praise  Him,  above,  ye  heavenly  host. 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost,  bp.  ken, 

198 


*^l^t  m  not  ^mla,  hit  Sb^pdl^/ 

Luke  vii.  52. 

*  But  I  v/ould  not  have  you  to  be  ignorant,  brethren, 
concerning  them  which  are  asleep,  that  ye  sorrow  not, 
even  as  others  which  have  no  hope.  For  if  we  believe 
that  Jesus  died  and  rose  again,  even  so  them  also  which 
SLEEP  IN  Jesus  will  God  bring  with  him/ — 1  Tbess.  iv. 
13,  14. 

^H !  call  it  not  death — it  is  life  begun, 
For  the  waters  are  pass'd,  the  home 
is  won ; 

The  ransomed  spirit  hath  reach'd  the  shore, 
Where  they  weep,  and  suffer,  and  sin  no  more. 
She  is  safe  in  her  Father's  house  above. 
In  the  place  prepared  by  her  Saviour's  love : 
To  depart  from  a  world  of  sin  and  strife, 
And  to  be  with  Jesus — yes, — this  is  life. 

Oh !  call  it  not  death — 'tis  a  holy  sleep, 
And  the  precious  dust  the  Lord  doth  keep ; 
She  shall  wake  again — and  how  satisfied 
With  the  likeness  of  Him  for  her  who  died ! 
As  He  rose  again,  she  shall  also  rise 
From  the  quiet  bed  where  now  safe  she  lies. 
Then  cheer  ye,  fond  mourners,  who  sadly  weep, 
For  happy  are  they  who  in  Jesus  sleep. 

199 


=  SHE  IS  NOT  DEAD,  BUT  SLEEPETH/ 


Oh !  call  it  not  death — ^'tis  a  glorious  rest, 
^  Tea,  saith  the  Spirit/  for  all  such  are  blest ; 
^  They  rest  from  their  labours/  their  work  is 

done, 
The  goal  is  attained,  the  weary  race  run. 
The  battle  is  fought — the  struggle  is  o'er, 
The  crown  now  replaces  the  cross  they  bore, 
The  pilgrimage  path  shall  no  more  be  trod — 
^  A  rest  remains  to  the  people  of  God/ 

Oh !  call  it  not  death — it  is  true,  indeed. 
The  soul  from  the  shackles  of  earth  is  freed ; 
'Tis  true,  that  dissolved  is  the  house  of  clay. 
And  the  spirit,  unchain'd,  hath  pass'd  away ; 
'Tis  true,  too,  the  lov'd  one  hath  gone  before, — 
The  home  how  darkened,  that  knows  her  no 

more ! 
He  chides  not  your  grief,  for  Jesus,  too,  wept 
O'er  the  grave  where  His  friend^  a  Laz'rus  slept. 

But  call  it  not  death — a  few  short  days  o'er. 
Ye  shall  meet  her  in  glory,  to  part  no  more ; 
What  a  'blessed  hope ! '  lo !  Christ  shall  appear 
For  '  the  restitution  of  all  things'  here. 
Then  (if  not  till  then)  ye '11  see  her  again. 
When  brought  by  the  Lord  with  His  glorious 

train, 
Those  'sleeping  in  Jesus'  shall  be  restor'd, 
^  And  so  shall  we  ever  be  with  the  Lord/ 

E.  E.  Ii« 

200  


alrl^  dj0ti  in  all  ^^mgs. 

E  PATIENT — life  is  very  brief, 
It  passes  quickly  by ; 
And  if  it  prove  a  troubled  scene 

Beneath  a  stormy  sky, 
It  is  but  like  the  shaded  night 
That  brings  a  morn  of  radiance  bright. 

Be  HOPEFUL — cheerful  faith  wiU  bring 

A  living  joy  to  thee, 
And  make  thy  life  a  hymn  of  praise, 

From  doubt  and  murmur  free ; 
Whilst,  like  a  sunbeam,  thou  wilt  bless, 
And  bring  to  others  happiness. 

Be  EARNEST — an  immortal  soul 

Should  be  a  worker  true ; 
Employ  thy  talents  for  thy  God, 

And  ever  keep  in  view 
The  Judgment  scene,  the  last  great  day. 
When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away. 

201 


WATCH  THOU  IN  ALL  THINGS. 


Be  HOLY — ^let  not  sin's  dark  stain 

Thy  spirit's  whiteness  dim; 
Keep  close  to  Jesus  'mid  the  world, 

And  trust  alone  in  Him : 
So  'midst  thy  business  and  thy  rest 
Thou  wilt  be  comforted  and  blest. 

Be  PRAYERFUL — ask,  and  thou  wilt  have 

Strength  equal  to  thy  day ; 
Prayer  clasps  the  Hand  that  guides  the 
world, 

0,  make  it  then  thy  stay ! 
Ask  largely,  and  thy  God  will  be 
A  kindly  Giver  unto  thee. 

Be  READY — many  fall  around ; 

Our  loved  ones  disappear : 
We  know  not  when  our  call  may  come, 

Nor  should  we  wait  in  fear ; 
If  ready,  we  can  calmly  rest — 
Living  or  dying,  we  are  blest 


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202 


^fy  gilgnm, 


THE    CRY. 

HE  way  is  dark^  my  Father!  cloud  on  cloud 
Is  gathering  quickly  o'er  my  head; 
and  loud 

The  thunders  roar  above  me.     See,  I  stand 
Like  one  bewildered ;  Father,  take  my  hand, 
And  through  the  gloom 
Lead  safely  home 
Thy  child. 

Tiie  day  goes  fast,  my  Father;  and  the  night 
Is  drawing  darkly  down.     My  faithless  sight 
Sees  ghostly  visions.     Fears,  a  spectral  band, 
Encompass  me.     0  Father!  take  my  hand, 
And  from  the  night 
Lead  up  to  light 

Thy  child. 

The  way  is  long,  my  Father  !  and  my  soul 
Longs  for  the  rest  and  quiet  of  the  goal ; 
While  yet  I  journey  through  this  weary  land, 
Keep  me  from  wand'ring.     Father,  take  my 
hand. 

Quickly  and  straight 
Lead  to  Heaven's  gate 
Thy  child. 

203 


THE  PILGRIM. 


The  path  is  rough,  my  Father  !  many  a  thorn 
Has  pierced  me,  and  my  weary  feet  are  torn ; 
And  bleeding  marks  the  way.  Yet  Thy  com- 
mand 
Bids  me  press  forward.  Father,  take  my 
hand; 

Then  safe,  and  blest, 
Lead  up  to  rest 

Thy  child. 

The  throng  is  great,  my  Father  !  many  a  doubt. 
And  fear,  and  danger,  compass  me  about. 
And  foes  oppress  me  sore.     I  cannot  stand, 
Or  go,  alone.     0  Father  !  take  my  hand. 

And  through  the  throng 

Lead  safe  along 

Thy  child. 

The  cross  is  heavy.  Father  !  I  have  borne 
So  long,  and  still  do  bear  it.     Let  my  worn 
And  fainting  spirit  rise  to  that  bless'd  land 
Where  crowns  are  given.     Father,  take  my 
hand, 

And  reaching  down 
Lead  to  the  crown 
Thy  child. 


204 


THE  PILGRIM. 


THE    RESPONSE. 

The  way  is  dark,  My  child !  but  leads  to  light ; 

I  would  not  have  thee  always  walk  by  sight ; 

My  dealings,  now,  thou  canst  not  uuderstand : 

I  meant  it  so ;  but  I  will  take  thy  hand, 
And  through  the  gloom 
Lead  safely  home 
My  child. 

The  day  goes  fast,  My  child !  but  is  the  night 
Darker  to  Me  than  day  ?  In  Me  is  light ; 
Keep  close  to  Me,  and  every  spectral  band 
Of  fears  shall  vanish!     I  will  take  thy  hand, 
And  through  the  night 
Lead  up  to  light 

My  child. 

The  way  is  long,  My  child !  but  it  shall  be 
Not  one  step  longer  than  is  best  for  thee; 
And  thou  shalt  know,  at  last,  when  thou  shalt 

stand 
Close  to  the  gate,  how  I  did  take  thy  hand, 
And  quick  and  straight 
Led  to  Heaven's  gate 
My  child. 

205 


THE  PILGRIM. 


The  path  is  rough,  My  child!  but,  0,  how  sweet 
Will  be  the  rest  for  weary  pilgrims  meet ! 
When  thou  shalt  reach  the  borders  of  that  land 
To  which  I  lead  thee,  as  I  take  thy  hand. 
And  safe,  and  blest, 
With  Me  shall  rest 
My  child. 

The  throng  is  great.  My  child !  but  at  thy  side 
Thy  Father  walks !  then  be  not  terrified. 
For  I  am  with  thee ;  will  thy  foes  command 
To  let  thee  freely  pass  ;  will  take  thy  hand, 

And  through  the  throng 

Lead  safe  along 

My  child. 

The  cross  is  heavy,  child !  yet  there  is  One 

Who  bore  a  heavier  for  thee — My  Son, 

My  well-beloved.     With  Him  bear  thine,  and 

stand 
With  Him  at  last,  and  from  thy  Father's  hand, 
Thy  cross  laid  down. 
Receive  thy  crown, 
My  child. 


206 


EPARTED,  say  we?  is  it 
Departed,  or  Come  nigh? 
Dear  friends  in  Christ  more  visit 

Than  leave  us  when  they  die. 
What  thin  veil  still  may  hide  them 

Some  little  sickness  rends, 
And,  lo !  we  stand  beside  them : 
Are  they  departed  friends  ? 

Their  dews  on  Zion  mountain 

Our  Hermon  hills  bedew ; 
Their  river  from  the  Fountain 

Flows  down  to  meet  us  too. 
The  oil  on  the  head,  and  under, 

Down  to  the  skirts  hath  run ; 
And  though  we  seem  asunder, 

"We  still  in  Christ  are  one. 

207 


THE  DEPARTED  NIGH. 


The  many  tides  of  ocean 

Are  one  vast  tidal  wave, 
That  sweeps,  in  landward  motion, 

Alike  to  coast  and  cave; 
And  Life,  from  Christ  outflowing. 

Is  one  wave  evermore 
To  earth's  dark  caverns  going. 

Or  heaven's  bright  pearly  shore. 

Hail,  perfected  immortals ! 

Even  now  we  bid  you  hail  ; 
We  at  the  blood-stain'd  portals. 

And  ye  within  the  veil ! 
The  thin  cloud-veil  between  us 

Is  mere  dissolving  breath. 
One  heavens  surround  and  screen  us; 

And  where  art  thou,  0  Death? 

w.  B.  R. 


208 


^XB  I  giU  for  o^^ec— cSJIjat  gat$i 
CIjoii  for  Hie? 


i 


i; 


GAVE  My  life  for  thee, 
My  precious  blood  I  shed, 
That  thou  roighf  st  ransomed  be, 
And  quickened  from  the  dead. 
I  gave  My  life  for  thee ; 
What  hast  thou  given  for  Me? 

I  spent  long  years  for  t?tee, 

In  weariness  and  woe, 
That  an  eternity 

Of  joy  thou  mightest  know. 
I  spent  long  years  for  thee; 
Hast  thou  spent  om  for  Me  ? 

My  Father's  house  of  light. 
My  rainbow-circled  throne, 

I  left  for  earthly  night. 

For  wanderings  sad  and  lone. 

I  left  it  all  for  thee; 

Hast  thou  left  aught  for  Me  f 


•?ri9 


THIS  I  DID  FOR  THEE— WHAT  DOEST  THOU  FOR  ME? 


I  suffered  much  for  thee, 

More  than  thy  tongue  may  tell, 
Of  bitterest  agony, 

To  rescue  tJiee  from  hell. 
I  suffered  much  for  thee; 
What  doest  thou  bear  for  Me? 

And  I  have  brought  to  thee, 
Down  from  My  home  above, 

Salvation  full  and  free, 
My  pardon  and  My  love. 

Great  gifts  I  brought  to  thee; 

What  hast  thou  brought  to  Me  ? 

0,  let  thy  life  be  given. 
Thy  years  for  Me  be  spent, 

World-fetters  all  be  riven. 
And  joy  with  suffering  blent: 

Give  thou  thyself  to  Me, 

And  I  will  welcome  thee. 


^i 


210 


t  JInofos 


KNOW  not  what  may  befall  me, 

God  spreads  a  mist  before  mine  eyes; 

At  every  step  in  my  onward  path 

He  maketh  new  scenes  to  rise ; 

And  every  joy  He  sends  me 

Comes  with  a  sudden  and  strange  surprise. 

I  see  not  a  step  before  me 

As  I  tread  on  another  year^ 

But  the  past  is  still  in  God's  keeping, 

The  future  His  mercy  will  clear, 

And  what  looks  dark  in  the  distance 

May  brighten  as  it  grows  near. 

It  may  be  the  bitter  future 

Is  less  bitter  than  I  think, 

The  Lord  may  sweeten  the  waters 

Before  I  come  to  drink — 

Or  if  Marah  must  be  Marah 

He  will  stand  Himself  by  the  brink. 

211 


*  HE  KXOWS/ 


It  may  be  He  is  keeping 

For  the  coming  of  my  feet, 

Some  gift  of  such  rare  blessedness, — 

Some  joy  so  strangely  sweet, 

That  my  lips  will  only  tremble 

The  thanks  they  cannot  speak. 

Oh  blessed,  happy  ignorance ! 

'Tis  better  not  to  know. 

It  keeps  me  so  still  in  the  tender  arms 

That  will  not  let  me  go, — 

It  hushes  my  soul  to  rest 

On  the  bosom  that  loves  me  so. 

And  so  I  go  on  not  knowing, 

I  would  not  if  I  might ; 

I  'd  rather  walk  in  the  dark  with  God 

Than  go  alone  in  the  light, 

I  'd  rather  walk  with  Him  by  faith 

Than  go  alone  by  sight. 

My  heart  shrinks  back  from  the  trials 
The  future  may  disclose. 
Yet  I  never  had  a  sorrow 
But  what  the  dear  Lord  chose; 
So  I  force  the  coming  tears  back 
With  the  whispered  word,  '  He  knows.' 


212 


^0m0  "^amt 

oiNG  home/  and  going  quickly ! 

It's  a  thought  to  cheer  the  heart. 

Should  we  suffer^ — be  it  meekly; — 
Soon  the  world  and  we  must  part, 
Never  more  to  meet  again : 
There's  an  end  of  suffering  then, 
There's  an  end  of  all  that  grieves  us ; 
How  the  hope  of  this  relieves  us ! 

^ Going  home/ — how  sweet,  how  cheering! 

Going  to  the  place  we  love, 
There  in  royal  state  appearing, 

'Midst  the  shining  hosts  above ; 
There  oui'  Father  dwells  and  reigns, 
Greater  He  than  fancy  feigns ; 
There  His  people  live  for  ever. 
Theirs  a  portion  failing  never ! 

^ Going  home,' — there's  nothing  dearer 
To  the  pilgrim's  heart  than  'home:' 

Drawing  nearer  still  and  nearer 
To  the  place  where  pilgrims  come ; 

Much  he  thinks  of  what  will  be. 

Much  of  what  he  hopes  to  see ; 

Thinks  of  kindred,  friends,  and  brothers, 

But  of  Christ  above  all  others. 

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GOING  HOME. 


'Tis  the  blessed  hope  of  seeing 

Him  he  loves,  in  glory  there ! 
Blessed  hope  of  ever  being 

With  the  Lord,  His  joys  to  share : — 
'Tis  this  hope  that  lightens  toil, 
And  in  sorrow  makes  him  smile, 
Cheers  him  in  the  midst  of  strangers, 
Keeps  him  when  beset  with  dangers. 

^  Going  home,' — then  it  behoves  us 

Here  to  live  as  pilgrims  do : 
When  the  trial  comes,  it  proves  us — 

Proves  if  we  have  faith  or  no. 
Let  us  make  our  calling  sure. 
Let  us  to  the  end  endure ; 
In  the  Saviour's  love  abiding. 
In  the  Saviour's  strength  confiding ! 

c.  F. 


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